Do we need a title?
I’ll scribble a bit because I have things to tell.
These narrations are not a diary of an unemployed advertising writer, but rather the things he vomits on paper without correcting them. Let’s get started.
My actual profession, or rather the “thing” I received education in, is journalism. But I’m not that real. The conditional or unconditional reality created there is not for me. Reality should be according to me. It should be as relative as possible, even to the extent of being an escape when necessary. While wondering how I can fulfill myself, I found myself in various occupations. From taxi driving to photography, advertising writing to waiting tables, I decided on advertising writing where I found the most peace, and now I’m unemployed (there’s a smiling-teary face here). The bittersweet smile of pain.
So, how does my day go?
Let’s see what I do between four walls, far away from adventure.
I wake up.
I find my phone again, it has gone to the corner of the bed. I check the notifications. This activity is very short. I watch reels full of profound quotes sent to the family group and then I log into LinkedIn.
Job postings > copywriter > yes, nationwide > 3 years of experience… unfortunately, I don’t have that. “Who knows, right?” I say and send my CV. I throw myself out of bed. In the kitchen, I gulp down the stale bitter coffee my roommate brewed before leaving, accompanied by a cigarette. It’s one of those mornings. It doesn’t offer a great breakfast, nor do I have much appetite.
Let’s do some cleaning.
Let’s do a spring cleaning that comes calendar-wise, even if it doesn’t come season-wise. In other words, let’s wash the curtains. I put too much detergent, it will definitely foam a lot again (there’s a smiling-teary face here). Well, I say and start sweeping and mopping the living room. At one point, I go to my room to jot down a story idea and I find myself cleaning my room. While trying to play music, I switch to watching videos on YouTube. Then I leave a note to myself on Instagram to check the video my friend sent. The Vileda bucket is waiting for me in the living room.
It’s noon.
While figuring out which app has a discount and which one has a coupon, I decide to order an unhealthy meal that I will probably regret. Until the meal arrives, I need to find something to watch. I find something that lasts 25 minutes for a 5-minute meal. Because why not? I eat the meal and extinguish the cigarette. Should I rest a bit?
If I say I’ll rest a little, I’ll definitely fall asleep. I finish the remaining cleaning so quickly that even I am amazed.
Should I read a book? Who am I fooling, of course, I won’t read.
I call my friend.
Hello… What are you doing? Shall we have coffee? Or should we have beer under the pretense of coffee? The second option always wins. Beer beats coffee. Thank goodness I have other friends who are unemployed while I’m unemployed.
I quickly take a shower. In a sunless weather, I go outside wearing sunglasses with the excuse of “the lights are reflecting a lot.”
Coffee beats beer, and we find ourselves cursing the life we live on a bar stool with an olive-beer duo. Without compromising our enjoyment.
27-year-old jokes begin.
The people around us are either married or about to get married. We clink our glasses accompanied by words like “What are we doing? Are we happy with this situation? Keep going, dude!” We bombard each other
with showers of unwarranted morale because sometimes it’s necessary. A friend should be each other’s antidepressant. Not always, but it should be possible when needed. The topic of the 27-year-old club, where names are mentioned in every conversation, comes up. Then, neither do we have a shotgun in our hands to go like Kurt Cobain, nor do we have enough money to overdose like Jim Morrison. Moreover, why would we need that? We have only 3-4 months left to cross this threshold.
Is life a linear process? No, it’s not. And it can’t be. Not everyone has the same opportunities. Even if they did, not everyone has the same desires. We pay the bills under these topic headings and escape to our homes.
Another day has ended.
Oh, the curtains? Let’s hang them already.