This is getting a bit personal, but I do not care. Hopefully this makes you feel better.
I attended college for 6 years in 3 different locations including Notre Dame. I moved out of my parents house at 18 because I could not stand my mother FYI. I changed my major 4 times because I did not know what I wanted to do with my life when I was a teenager. Finally, I got back home to Chicago and made up my mind. I changed my major to Music Business and learned how it works. I had an opportunity to work an Internship in Los Angeles and told the school about it. The school would not count the internship towards school credit because it was not 6-8 weeks long. I said screw it, I am in my 20s, it took a lot of phone calls to make it happen and it was with working with major people in the industry. I packed up the Marauder and attempted to drive to L.A.. The car broke down in Tulsa, OK after screwing around at a Waffle House and breaking the idoler pulley for the Procharger kit. I ditched the car and rented a Chevrolet HHR and headed west.
When I returned home it changed my life. 16 hours straight of nothing, but music, we got job offers to work with Van Halen the first day we were there, we got good money (for guys like us at least) and suddenly life had a purpose.
1. A grammy winning producer wanted to record us.
2. I could actually get along with established people in a civilized manner.
3. We were invited back and spend 10 days in the U.K. while working.
4. At one point I was pulled a side and told to STFU (shocking right?) because I knew more music trivia than the higher ups.
I only need one more semester before I have a degree. Anytime I feel like throwing in the towel and going back to school, I can. I will not need to go to school for 4 years, it would be 3 months due to all of the past college credits I have.
Age is ticking, that is for sure. You must make the most of your 20s. I have managed to live clean, not have any kids and work jobs that have no problem with me disappearing for weeks at a time for huge opportunities. It's a very difficult balance, but even a fool like me can manage.
As for plan B here are a few thoughts... Lawyer, Therapist, Pediatrician, Stock Broker... believe me I thought about it, but I would not care to live in this world doing something else.
I do have someone I go to every few months who is a high official in politics. (i have zero interest in politics, but having someone to speak to who is established and self made, is important) I tell him what I am up to and make sure he thinks I am doing everything the right way. Before he knew the whole story, he had the same mid set as John (aka J-man) but after I tell him all I am up to, what I am doing now, what's next, who wants to work with me next, he always says "This is great, I wish I did something like this in my 20's." The man is self made, very wealthy and gives ZERO financial support to me. Sometimes, I all I need to someone to speak to because I live in fear. Fear of not knowing if every decision I make is a good one. If someone self made says "I am glad to hear this. This is what you need to do." I must be doing something right. If the person did not care, I would not be allowed back in his office.
Right now, the next few months consist of hitting the road for a 3rd tour in our van with a major act, setting up a 4th tour and funding a major music booker for spring time. It's giving everything we have. Even if well financed by a rich parent or a label, this is what you are supposed to do. If you have any advice on this business feel free to speak up.
I have ZERO interest in the life you have chosen, but I do not have a problem with it. When you are concerned about others, you will never be happy. I learned that a few years back, maybe it's time you learned. If it doesn't effect you, you do not need to be concerned. I think The Weather Chanel was invented for people like that, the weather is the only news that CONSTANTLY effects everyone.
Finally, I guess the ignore list will finally go into usage, unless this behavior stops. I do not see that happening, but being wrong is nice sometimes.