Currently doing the first year in a Game Art Course at Uni, but I'm kinda on the fence about it. The Industries terrible, I'm not really sure if I even enjoy art that much or if I just went with it to meet more queer kids tbh. It's also an industry were alot of people are self-taught, so at the end of the day if I think I've made a major mistake the doors not completely closed.
My other option is a course in Digital Forensics, which has the advantage of being a steady STEM subject that I'm interested in that has a lot more employment opportunities and definitely far less chance of crunch. I have done previous qualifications in coding and enjoyed them too. I kind of like the idea of being able to make art as a hobby again instead of it always feeling like work too.
Whats your opinion Chapos? Anyone with any expertise in either fields that could give me some pointers?
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You shouldn't ask a edgy leftist website about major life decision, I think. Otherwise, do as you wish, in a very selfish way I would tell you to make the one that makes you happy and pay well. Not because it's cool to be rich, but with all the crisis that are coming, you don't want to be poor.
I'm not legally obligated to do whichever one Chapo decides or anything I just want some opinions from people with a similar mindset.
Having money is good for those around OP too. Maybe even us, later down the line.
Is digital forensics some CSI shit, or can you do it without helping the cops?
It can be, or it can also be "Bob looked at porn on a work computer we need you to pull that up for HR", and incident response, which is just "Goddamit that horny removed Bob plugged in a flash drive he found on the sidewalk labeled 'Pern' and now we need you to find out what happened"
HR are kinda the cops of the workplace tbh, not trying to flame you about it or anything just saying.
It’s a tough choice. I chose love over legal tender and I fucking hate waking up poor every morning, but then again I work for non profits so at least in the back of my mind I know I’m helping my community and not some dirty capitalist. But, once a month I kick myself for not going into a more lucrative field in college, but who knows where my mental state would be now if I went that route?
I’ll leave you with some lyrics from Jackson Browne; this is a song I thought about a lot during college when I was wondering if I did the right thing. He wrote this after his wife committed suicide and he wanted to start being a more commercial artist. The lyrics to me seem like the internal struggle of a man who is choosing between living artfully or working in a soul crushing job for money.
I'm going to rent myself a house In the shade of the freeway Gonna pack my lunch in the morning And go to work each day And when the evening rolls around I'll go on home and lay my body down And when the morning light comes streaming in I'll get up and do it again Amen. Say it again Amen. I want to know what became of the changes We waited for love to bring Were they only the fitful dreams Of some greater awakening? I've been aware of the time going by They say in the end it's the wink of an eye When the morning light comes streaming in You'll get up and do it again Amen. Caught between the longing for love And the struggle for the legal tender Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring And the junk man pounds his fender. Where the veterans dream of the fight Fast asleep at the traffic light And the children solemnly wait For the ice cream vendor Out into the cool of the evening Strolls the Pretender He knows that all his hopes and dreams Begin and end there Ah the laughter of the lovers As they run through the night Leaving nothing for the others But to choose off and fight And tear at the world with all their might While the ships bearing their dreams Sail out of sight I'm gonna find myself a girl Who can show me what laughter means And we'll fill in the missing colors In each other's paint-by-number dreams And then we'll put our dark glasses on And we'll make love until our strength is gone And when the morning light comes streaming in We'll get up and do it again Get it up again I'm gonna be a happy idiot And struggle for the legal tender Where the ads take aim and lay their claim To the heart and the soul of the spender And believe in whatever may lie In those things that money can buy Where true love could have been a contender Are you there? Say a prayer for the Pretender. Who started out so young and strong Only to surrender. Say a prayer for the pretender Are you there for the pretender? Say a prayer for the pretender Are you there for the pretender? Are you prepared for the pretender?
