There is a coffee shop I sometimes go to and write. And if I don’t write, I surf the web and generally procrastinate in peace. It’s in my neighborhood and lots of people I know professionally go there to work or just to get coffee. Over the years I’ve gotten to know some of the other regulars too.
One of the guys I met was an accountant who really hated what he did and wanted to be in showbiz. He was always there reading or trying to write, but more than that, he talked with a lot of people about show biz and how much he hated his job. It was a very social place for him and I bet everyone in that place knew everything about him. I would not go often but when I did, there he was complaining. I had to do my best to cut him off as he could not pick up social clues that I was there to work, not to listen to him.
He told me one day that he finally quit his job and was going to pursue acting, his lifelong dream. I was really happy for him. I congratulated him and wished him well.
Months passed and the next time I saw him he was taking acting classes and getting some student film roles and little internet acting jobs. Things were going well for him. He knew I was a writer but now that he was in show biz he felt compelled to dive deep into my resume. Again I had to make a quick exit as I was not there for an interview I was there to work.
So a few more months passed and it might have been a year since he left his job. He was now taking more acting classes and trying to get an agent. He also was complaining a lot about not getting bigger roles, not getting an agent and generally how really unfair the whole show business thing was. It took him a year to go from complaining working accountant to complaining non-working actor. Following his dream didn’t seem to make him much happier. Maybe he just likes to complain.