Welcome to My Quarter-Life Crisis: Mission Statement

I really like mission statements. I think it might be because I’ve got corporate robot stereotypes ingrained in my brain from societal expectations. I think it might be because I’ve watched Jerry Maguire too many times – hey, his life-crisis-turned-mission-statement epiphany led to a great life change.

I think it might mostly be because I have a hard time focusing, so laying down the ground rules and expectations helps me achieve success more. (However, that brings the issue of defining “success” and, to go a step further, makes me want to go on a tangent about Foucault and rules and expectations. But that’s just the media studies major in me.)

Anyway, I feel as if those first two paragraphs were extremely pretentious and stereotypically written, possibly even contrived. And that makes me feel really self-conscious.

ANYWAY, my mission statement for this site:

MyQuarterLifeCrisis.net will be my exploration, in blog/website form, of my quarter-life crisis.

I will document the ups and downs of being in my twenties while also heavily commenting on the various things I learn along the way.

Yes, I will post about the sappy, stereotypical “I don’t know what I’m doing with my life!!!!” moments. However, I will also use this site as a medium to track my growth as a “professional” in whatever field I end up choosing (for the moment). This means that, for the moment, you will also get updates on my attempt to become a web developer and also a well-deserved explanation for why that builds upon the “metanarrative” of this site. (And, yes, I did use that term correctly. You’ll see why as I write more.)

Most of all, this will be my way of studying what makes me happy. What, as I’ve begun to describe, gives me boners. Careerboners, lesboners, techboners, etc. It’s my crude way of saying “the things that get me extremely excited.”

With that said, I must tease how my first “real” post will be about “My really shitty week,” how I suddenly felt “so zen,” and, most importantly, why it all mattered.