Why Do Cool People Hate Their Lives?

Sometimes, I look around and think to myself: 

isn't there more to life?

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And then I snap out of it and realize that this isn't the opening credits of Beauty and the Beast. 

That being said, I am often curious about how bitter I need to become about not doing something before I pick my ass up and actually do it?

This melodramatic thought process was inflamed by the initiation yesterday of New York Fashion Week. 

Which, all things considered, REALLY isn't that big of a deal. 

I mean, overly-skinny people, overdone clothes, over-hyped celebrities, over-packed facilities, over-over-over, etc, etc, etc. 

BUT, 

(but but but but), 

I STILL WANT TO GO. 

I want to be "so sick of it" and "so tired of the crowds" and "so over the runway" and everything else that every blogger and obnoxiously-priveleged famous person is, 

but ...

 I'm not. 

Which really makes me wonder: 

How much of life is spent idealizing others' realities 

while negating the worth of our own?

Would your life look as cool to an uninformed outsider as their life looks to you??

Did you think your own current life would be cool before it was so

. . . current?

the glam life that is mine

Would the "Fashion" industry even exist if 95% of us weren't perpetually excluded from its inner ranks?

Would working at McDonald's seem cool if only a select few were allowed to do it?

Frankly, internships considered, it probably pays better. 

So what? Do we just have to keep doing crap in order to realize that it's not as great as it seems, 

or are we, at some point, going to discover a path which we, even as "insiders" won't despise?

all images taken in between Midwestern diners' ascent up featured stairs.
Also, we were kicked out of 2 of our previous locations.
So....
#glam.or.ous.
{pants: J.Crew, shoes: Zara, hair: slave to my straightener's}

Have you?

Cheers.

Photos by Audre Rae Photography,

Styling by Char Pedersen-Purtell