Beth stared at her computer screen, her eyes scrolling down an email that she had just received. She absolutely hated having to read emails, but once the words "job offer" glazed across her eyes, she found herself eager to continue reading. She was just two months out of college, and those two months where she was unemployed and also not in school had been utter hell. The feeling of doing nothing productive with her life weighed Beth down in almost every single moment of those two months, though after a week out of college she decided to focus on her art again. Perhaps the only thing that kept her afloat was her art, both in terms of her mental health and her finances. The job offer sounded appealing- actually, just the fact that she would receive money sounded appealing. Beth wasn't very passionate about journalism, intriguing considering she plummeted herself into a lifetime of debt for the sake of getting a degree in it. She also considered that poverty would be pretty bad as well though, and the income she got from art was inconsistent and she could end up not selling anything at all over the course of a month! She stood up and stretched, walking to the kitchen in her studio apartment to brew herself a cup of black coffee, anticipating she would end up thinking about such a decision for a long time....
Three months later Beth woke up lying on the floor of her apartment, groaning in pain as she lied among a disorganized pile of colored pencils and pens. She had been waking up in such a way for months now and was used to it. Beth ran her hand along her face, and jolted awake once she felt something cold and damp plastered on her face. She jumped up from the floor and ran to the mirror.
"Wh-" Beth squinted at the mirror and once her vision cleared, she could only scream. Around her lips was a distinct shade of green acrylic paint that she exclusively painted with, "I really drank paint last night?"
Memories of last night started swarming her head. She spent some time with some cool artist friends she made just that week and shortly before falling asleep she was pressured by her peers to drink the rest of her forest green acrylic paint! Beth lived a happy life pursuing her art, but perhaps her only regret was that she drank paint....