What are you trying to tell me?

I received this Washington Post Quarter Life Crisis article today from more than one friend of mine, plus a few family members. I thought that this was my favorite quote from the piece:

"At the same time, Seppinni said, technology is breeding a generation of online sulkers. No longer limited to sharing their woes at the family dinner table or while hanging out with friends, quarter-lifers have countless opportunities to brood in blogs and on Twitter and Facebook -- anytime, anywhere. And finding fellow victims to commiserate with is never more than a click away. 'Depending on your character and moral outlook, you'll seek like-minded people, and they are all over the Internet. Someone inclined to be depressed can find people who corroborate. . . . It also leads to focusing on a lot of drama and nonsense.'"

But no... then I got to the end where they were talking about the girl who the entire article was focused on, and how she followed her passion:

"For Buchanan, losing her job turned out to be the push she needed. Blessed with more time to work on her blog, she realized her real passion lay in writing. Now she hopes to make a living from it. 'It's a hard path, and it won't be easy,' said Buchanan, whose fiance is helping to pay the bills while she builds her portfolio. 'But I know what I want to do now, and I have the supportive base to get me there.'"

So you are happily engaged and your fiance is willing to pay for you to do nothing but write? Tough life there champ.