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Adventure - July 31, 2008

Any idiot can face a crisis. It's the day-to-day living that wears you out.
~Chekov

One of the people I met on this latest trip used to be an IT consultant. Then one day on her drive home she decided she couldn't do it any more. So she fed-ex'd her laptop to her boss and headed for the airport to, in her words, "travel for as long as I can."

She's a hero of mine.

I'm a big fan of quitting the mundane to have an adventure. Of living like there are no consequences. Other people can worry about the money or their 401k. Other people can worry about their jobs and their careers and their social ladders.

The problem with an adventure is that it's hard to recognize when you're in the middle of one. People ask me about traveling and I tell them all the parts I love. The people I meet, the places I see, the feeling of freedom.

What I don't talk about are all the nights my tent has leaked, or being half eaten to death by fleas in some shit hostel and the itchy bumps I had all over my face and arms for weeks afterwards. I don't talk about hiking fourteen miles then throwing up from exhaustion. Or how the next night I stepped off a curb wrong and how terrified I was that I had just broken my ankle with no health insurance, six thousand miles away from home.

I don't tell them about standing on a beach in Alaska at one in the morning feeling very alone, wondering if, after a life time spent running away from my problems and from the parts of myself that I don't like, if this wasn't just one more example of that. On a night like that, Alaska doesn't feel like an adventure, it feels like getting kicked in the teeth.

The funny thing about adventure is that it's delicate. You need to buy into it for it to happen. Some people aren't cut out for it. They don't want to deal with the inconvenience, the discomfort and the (sometimes) danger it takes to see something amazing. Everywhere I go, there are stories of people who were horrified that they had to cook their own food or miserable because it didn't stop raining. They let the pain of traveling ruin the rest of the trip.

That's the thing about ripping yourself violently out of your comfort zone. You get to see what kind of person you really are. Those moments give you perspective on the rest of your life even if they just make you regret ever leaving home.

This trip couldn't have come at a better time. Before I left I was really starting to lose perspective on things. I try not to write about all the mundane shit that happens around here. I don't write about the database crashes that leave me scratching my head because fuck me, I don't really know why a database goes down. Or when FastCGI fails on the server (and I still don't know what the fuck it does or what went wrong with it). Thank god for google, or I'd probably be out of a job. I try not to write about how much I hate LA. All that is there, day to day, but no one wants to read about it.

But that daily grind does get to me and I let it eclipse all the cool shit that's happening. I couldn't have designed a better job for myself and yet some days, working still feels like work. I've got this amazing opportunity where I might one day support myself as a writer, something I never really believed I could do, and some days when I sit down in front of the computer, I can't think of one damn thing to say.

Some days I'm still looking for the big grand gesture. I want to quit for the sake of quitting. To tell people how I said "fuck it all" so I could live life on my own terms. To storm out of the office, the lone person brave enough to walk away from it all. I'm good at the grand gesture. It's the day after, when I'm unemployed and I have to start living by those ideals when I struggle.

But that's where I find myself. I made the grand gesture. I quit IT, moved across the country, started a new life. I promised myself when I did that I was going to find something that made me happy, I wanted to do something I believed in. Now that I'm here, far from the comfort zone of working a job I actively dislike, I guess it's time to find out if I'm the kind of person who can love what they do.

I need to remember that when I look back on this, it's going to have been one big adventure. I just need to keep my perspective on it, and not let the day-to-day living wear me out.

Posted by Ben Corman at 9:33 AM

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I really like that Chekov quote, it puts into words what I'm too inarticulate to say.

Posted by: Anonymous at August 1, 2008 12:46 AM

Keep at it man. Look at all you've done so far, all you've written, all you've accomplished. This? Child's play, right? Best of luck.

Posted by: Alex at August 1, 2008 06:05 AM

This is a great post, Ben.

Posted by: KungFu Mike at August 1, 2008 07:28 AM

Thanks Mike, I didn't know you were a reader.

Hey Alex, I hope this is child's play. It would be nice if the next step was easier than the last.

Anon, That Chekov quote is possibly my favorite quote of all time.

Posted by: Ben Corman at August 1, 2008 08:37 AM

Awesome post.

You're right, perspective is everything. Those mundane, often miserable moments are actually cherished when you add some time into the mix.

Even this past spring, when I was questioning a lot of the risky decisions I was making. There was no one really to talk about it with, so my brain was left to turnover the same thoughts. I was stuck in a perpetual state of self-loathing and uncertainty.

One night in particular I stuffed a six pack of beers in my bag and went to catch a late movie. I sat in the back corner and drank, which was actually enjoyable. When I left it was raining, and the zipper on my jacket was busted. As I held my jacket closed, a hooker said hello (because they hangout right near the theater). I had a brief but real conversation underneath her umbrella about how her life was going and I drew some parallels to my own. Then I headed and caught the train, where, upon disembarking, I was fucking attacked by 2 crows (which I then perceived to be a very bad omen for weeks to come). I was downright miserable.

Yet, only a few months later, I look back and really cherish that memory. I don't know what significance it holds other than proof that my heart must really be in what I'm doing because otherwise I wouldn't go through with it.

Aside from the FastCGI type stuff, it sounds to me that you daily grind has more purpose than you realize. I suppose losing perspective temporarily is okay, as long as you keep moving towards something. It's only when you look back, you see how far you've come.

Posted by: Gris at August 1, 2008 03:05 PM

Hey Ben,

After reading everything you've written (coming upon your site the minute it was added to the Rudius collective), I just want to thank you for posting everything you do on this public forum for complete strangers to read.

As one of those strangers, I've come to recognize a bit of myself in you. Or yourself in me, I have no idea how things like that work. Either way, I had one of those moments in April where I realized that I wasn't really doing what I needed to be doing to make myself happy. University and work was grinding me down and it hit me that I was almost at rock bottom.

So on a complete whim I wrote a dozen emails an hour after doing some minimal research, and with that applied to take a 5 month trip to Beijing to attend an intensive Mandarin course at Tsinghua University. This after never living away from home for more than a week or two. No planning, no forethought and no real reason other than I wanted to.

I bought my plane ticket and picked up my students Visa today. Here's hoping I learn that I'm the sort of person that can handle it.

Thanks again for your writings Ben. Hope to see your stuff on a book store shelf soon.

Posted by: Nathan at August 1, 2008 04:45 PM

Good luck, Nathan.

This is a great post, Ben. And you're wrong in thinking that "no one wants to read about it". The comments above indicate that several of us do.

Thanks.

Posted by: Andrew McMillen at August 1, 2008 05:57 PM

Gris, I've had the same thing happen. Times where I was totally miserable have stayed with me for years and in hindsight they've become good memories. The reverse is true as well. I've had these moments that I think, while they're happening, they'll be super important later in life and when I look back on them, they don't ring out at all.

Nathan, goddamn. I'm supremely jealous. Have a great time. Start a flickr account and post it here. I want to live vicariously through your pictures.

Andrew, I fear that I'll to wander into the self-indulgent hell that so many blogs slide into. Someone stop me if I approach self-pity.

Posted by: Ben Corman at August 1, 2008 09:37 PM

Ben,

I agree that traveling is probably one of the best ways of pushing yourself out of your comfort zone, ESPECIALLY if you're doing it alone. People are so reluctant to turn off their MP3 players, cell phones and everything else and just spending some time talking with themselves; as if they're too afraid to find out what the conversation would be like.

The thing is, how can you push yourself out of your comfort zone in your everyday life? Can there be a way which makes you really question your perspective on a more regular basis?

I would say that a part of the answer is having the courage to open up to the weird things that (can) happen to you on almost a daily basis, a sort of mini-adventures.

In my case, what comes to my mind is a conversation in a cafe with some random, weird guy with a stutter who made me do a psychological test for his research, half an hour before my interpreting job in a delicate adoption case, which I was supposed to be preparing for. From this small test I came to an extremely important realization about the way people in general think about things (i.e. They generally don't think, they just wait for an answer to pop into their heads from their previous experience, when in fact you can get to the answer if you ask yourself the right questions).

This comic also comes to mind: http://xkcd.com/137/

Nathan, great stuff. My sole advice may sound corny, but I think it's true: Really be open to (learn from) all the good and the bad - there will be plenty of both, and the bad is probably even more necessary to tell you what kind of a person you are.

Posted by: Relja at August 8, 2008 10:52 PM

Fuck I love your writing Mr Corman.

Posted by: David at August 10, 2008 04:14 PM

I know perfectly well what you are talking about here...
I just moved from Austria to Mexico to study here. I've been feeling like there is something missing back in Austria and I needed to get away.

It is not always easy here but I'm 100 % sure I took the right choice and I'm loving it.

Good luck to you Nathan, you seemed to have done something somewhat similar, although as it seems with a lot less planning, which I think is great :)

I'm sure you'll do great.

And also thanks for the writing Ben, Its always nice reading other peoples stories, It inspires.

Posted by: Manuel at September 24, 2008 09:05 PM

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