Nothing Wrong When A Song Ends in a Minor Key

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-EIGHT: The Pauper Makes an Honest Vow

One of the problems with being a creative is figuring out where the hell to put it.  Where do you assign your thoughts?  Not necessarily the channel, but where do you resign the segment of life where you output matters?

I've always felt my strengths laid in comedy.  In my group of friends, I got an inherent joy from making others laugh.  But as a current student of comedy, it no longer feels my strengths lie in that realm.

But one thing I have clung to - and perhaps why the show "Girls" has been such a grating pain to me - is that my life experiences have led me to believe I was put on this earth to dispel the fiction blasted to women through cinema.  I want to expose the truth.

Film, television, and media in general perpetuate ideas I have never found are true.  And that has led to a lot of misery through teenage angst and adult existential crises.  Life isn't about happy endings.  Important life events don't end on a note of poetic justice.  But we believe they do because our windows to "the world" portray them as such.  Perfect careers, perfect boyfriends and love affairs, perfect friendships and familial relationships.  These are the notions broadcast through the media aimed at adolescents: some of our most formative and impressionable years.

It isn't until we experience the fallacies of these "truths" that we realize how wrong they are.  And by then, is it too late to adjust our thinking patterns?  Is that why we grieve?  Is that why we suffer?

Life doesn't tie up its bows in pretty little Pinterest patterns.  So why should we create those realities in the minds of our youth?

I genuinely believe we are on the precipice of a revolution in popular culture - despite the Jezebels, Buzzfeeds, and Perez Hiltons of the world.  We are ready for the truth.  And I would love to be a part of it.

You will not know what you want to do with your life when you are 20.

You will not find total happiness in someone else.

You will not always want to get out of bed.

Your life will never montage.

You will gain weight.  And if you choose, you will have to work hard to lose it.

You will fall in love... and you will get your heart broken.

You will have to break someone's heart.

You will cry in a way that is not beautiful.  That consists of snot pouring out of your nose while drinking and listening to Fiona Apple.

You will succumb to vices.

You will disappoint people.

You will hurt people.

And it won't immediately be fixed.

You will make the wrong decisions.  But hopefully you will learn from them and make the right ones next time.

You will wake up in the morning feeling happy and fall asleep that night feeling miserable.

You will wake up feeling miserable and fall asleep that night feeling elated.

You will not get to make a wish that comes true every time you blow on an eyelash, see the time is 11:11, or blow out your birthday candles.

You will get nowhere unless you work hard.

You will get nowhere unless you work hard.

You will get nowhere unless you work hard.  Because you will have no montages.

And sometimes, songs will end in a minor key.  But that doesn't mean they didn't teach you anything.