Find Your Vocation

No matter what age you are, it never hurts to ask yourself, “What do I want to be when I grow up?” Whether you are 10, 20, 40, or even 80; what do you want to do with your life?

 

There are three different categories that jobs could fall into. First off there is just a job. A job is what you do to earn money, support your life and buy things. A job is something you may or may not want to do for the rest of your life, or even just for a while.

 

Next there is the career. A career is what you get when you like your job, or go to school to get a degree, maybe even what you want to do for the rest of your life. But still, it’s a way to earn money and support life.

 

Finally, there is the vocation. This is most important because it is what you were born to do. A vocation is the ultimate goal in life, the biggest dream you have. Yet some people don’t know their vocation. Some people die without knowing it. So if you are one of the people who know it, don’t let anything stop you. It’s what you were BORN to do.

 

This is why I bring this up today. It’s almost like a life coaching seminar going on in my head. It’s also why I say that even if you are old as all hell, maybe even retired, you still have a vocation. Not everyone knows what he or she really WANTS to do in life.

 

I stress the importance on really getting in touch with your inner self a lot in my blog. This is one of the biggest reasons to do so; learn your vocation.

 

For example, I am in my early 20’s and I already know my vocation. I AM a writer, an actor, and a professional funny man: an entertainer extraordinaire. I AM a forever employee in the entertainment industry. I know this, and I love having high goals for my life. No matter what meaningless job I get, or hell, even whatever career I go into: it’s just to pay the bills while I work on my vocation.

 

So what do you WANT? What were you BORN to do? This is a question that most people give up on once they are in a career because they think they know. But is it really your vocation? Or are you just happy with where you are at and the money you make? What if everyone were to just stop; stop being a career minded individual for a minute, and focus on their vocation?

 

Many people would say the world would turn to shit. Nothing would get done… SOOOO not true. The world would be a happy place, a place where people get shit done. I say that because then you have the people who were BORN to do the job in the right position. And who is going to work harder than the person who REALLY loves their work? Absolutely no one, that’s who.

 

So, no matter your age, really think about the question, “What do I want to do with my life? What was I BORN to do?”

 

It will change your life forever. Guaranteed. 

My Bi-Curiosity

For as long as I can remember, I have always been the subject of the “gay” jokes within my family (yes, I did say family. I do not really have many friends, so eat me). I dress nice, I grew up in a theater department, and as they would say on Friends: I have a “quality”. Though I am not a homosexual, nor do I see anything wrong with their lifestyle (which probably does not help my case, in all retrospect), it’s difficult keeping your composure when people, who are supposed to support you, are always harassing you. Then again, I like the attention.

 

What I do want to know, since when does style mean that you’re a homosexual? Can’t a man dress nice or as I would call “fabulous” without all these crazy accusations? Or just because you are a self-proclaimed badass actor, you enjoy sexual relations with someone of the same gender? Or that just because I can look at a guy and say, “Damn, you are HOT” that I’m gay? I’M KIDDING! I would never call another male hot, only cute (though I have told another man that he has very soft eyes). I mean, I can tell if another man is attractive or not, but I think that is because I have homosexual people in my life that I associate with and after being around them for a while, you pick up on that kind of stuff. Yeah, I’m not gay, or does that make me gay because I had to second guess myself? No, no it doesn’t (wow this makes me sound crazy).

 

I do support gay marriage though. I firmly believe that if they would like to take that cliff dive into the shallow end of an empty kid pool and be as miserable as heterosexual couples, who cares? A local underground stand up comedian once said, “It’s like second hand smoke. Just don’t blow it in my face.” Is there a better motto for equality than that? No, there simply is not (but the same goes for everyone and everything, ranging from religion to your favorite color, keep that shit to yourself). Seriously though, if they want to go through the same judicial crap, sign the same papers, pay the same astronomical amount of money, have the same sappy ceremony, and invite the people who do support it… Who cares? If you don’t support the decision they are making to be married, then don’t go! It’s that simple! Hell, if they know you don’t support them, you probably won’t even get an invite. If you do, it’s probably because they hate you. In your face you bigot.

 

If they are putting more money back into circulation to help us get out of this multi- trillion-dollar debt we are nationally in and help the economy, why wouldn’t you support it? It’s not like they are trying to be able to mate on public streets. If they do that, they will be in jail just like you. Even if they did that, well it’s dinner and a show, am I right?  

 

So why am I being put in this category of bigotry at family reunions and functions? My whole family, as far as I know, supports equality as it is, but why am I being pushed from the solo sad corner where I weep and quietly eat my food by myself and get shoved into the spotlight of “Hey everyone, look how great Eric looks! Let’s all talk about how he likes men!” Does that make sense? I usually enjoy being the center of attention, but to be ridiculed and made fun of because of your opinion? Now that’s just being rude. Let me live my high fashion, self-centered life of uppity choices and self-worth that I now question with myself thanks to this post (not really). This is the reason family sucks. Screw you all.

“Her” Big Day

One of the big topics that gets me in trouble in relationships is marriage. I don’t see the point of marriage. I believe that if two people are truly in love, there is a “code”; don’t cheat, don’t lie, do nice things, provide for the family, etc. and that “marriage” is only a legal document that says you love each other to the government. It LEGALLY says you love each other and that if you are to ever fall out of love, you are to pay a bunch of money to escape the grasps of that document binding you together, legally. I don’t think you need a piece of paper to say how much you love each other. A couple can be together 75+ years (or whatever) and still be just as happy as a couple that has been legally married the same amount of time.

But that’s not the point of this post.

My problem is the day of said wedding and what the meaning has come down to. With people who are close to me getting ready to wed, all I hear is everyone talking to the bride about it being “HER” day. It’s all about HER. HER day.

IT’S NOT ALL ABOUT HER!!!!!

Okay women of the world, swallow your pride, and buckle up for a roller coaster of emotions and truth because shit is about to get real on my blog. I understand that I am not an “accomplished” blogger yet and I should be making an audience before attacking society, but society needs a reality check.

A wedding day is about the wedding. A wedding is about TWO people being married. Not about a woman looking beautiful in a big dress surrounded by loved ones. She has a man standing up there as well, and ladies, without him up there, THIS WHOLE WEDDING, THIS WHOLE DAMN DAY, WOULD NOT EVEN BE POSSIBLE! The wedding is not all about you, the bride. It’s not all about the color pattern. Just because the man (usually) does not care what kind of plates he eats on for the rest of his life, does not mean the wedding is not about him. The man is typically the one who made this day possible, he is usually the one who proposed, if it were not for the man, then bitch – YOU WOULD NEVER BE GETTING MARRIED TO ANYONE! YOU WOULD DIE ALONE! Let that sink in for a minute.

Next time you are thinking of a wedding, thank the damn groom. He made that shit possible. Yes, typically, the bride is the one who was fantasizing about it since she was little. However, the groom made it a reality. He is a fucking superhero as far as I’m concerned.

This goes for same-sex marriage too. I support it. I have homosexual family, and back when I had friends, at least 85% of them were gay too. They are just nice people who deserve the support, but I’ll go into that in a different post.

Women, no offense was intended in this post. I have been, however, offended as a man recently hearing that the wedding is all about the lady in the gorgeous white dress. It’s about the two people getting married and the love they share. My advice, make the wedding about the TWO of you. Or my personal advice, use that money, instead, to take a long vacation and don’t sign the dotted line. Just stay in love and use your heads. Don’t do anything stupid that you know the other person wouldn’t like (Act married, but don’t get married).