just another human, figuring shit out
Welcome to Andrew Jang's Life
I’m Andrew Jang.
Korean-born. American-raised. A content creator, novice writer, mental health advocate, and European in training. At 47, I’m rebuilding my life once more, with my dog, Seven, beside me.
I currently work three jobs to pay the bills while I make the transition to full-time content creation. Most people know me from TikTok or from my years as a fashion designer. If you’re new here and interested in working with me, my creative interests include making content that helps people better understand identity, mental health, and the complicated process of rebuilding a life.
My personal passions include supporting underserved children, women affected by abuse, people experiencing homelessness, mental-health advocacy, and dogs.
Who I Am
I am a complicated person until you meet me. You see, my life has never followed a straight line from the orphanage, self made success, homelessness, tiny bit of fame, suicide and a decade of anger.
I have spent my life becoming different versions of myself. Some were ambitious. Some were spot on. Some, were created simply to survive.
I am told I'm a good man. Kind, trustworthy. Yet the headlines from three organizations said something different; as they nearly erased me from existence. And because of that, I am still trying to understand which parts of me were real, which parts were protection, and which parts are still waiting to be revived, or finally buried.
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Working Hard, or Hardly Working.
As a boy, I farmed and delivered news papers. As a teenager, I detassled corn, built tractor trailers, school buses, sorted mail, bagged groceries, cooked and sold AT&T long distance services. After receiving an academic scholarship to one of the top academic colleges in Nebraska, I was supposed to be something professional like a dentist, or a lawyer. But college taught me that I am not made to be professional, or normal. And so I did the unthinkable. I got a job in sales and was fired 2 weeks later. So I waited tables, then took a job as a broker on 100% commission, and I fucking succeeded. So fast, I bought a house and a BMW 2 months later And after, I took a job in finance, and became the top producer, and after, started a Real Estate Investments company, and failed. I bought coffee stands that went nowhere. Launched a nonprofit to reward adults for reading. Built a health company that I sold for a thousand dollars and at least a dozen other ideas that were nothing more than time spent. I started a tech company because I wanted to and wouldn't you know it, Google said was pretty fucking cool, it shut down. I created the most talked about events, until I couldn't afford to anymore. I made more clothes for more professional athletes then anyone and became a VP at a 3D manufacturing company and a Health clinic. I made clothes for politicians. Hit the road to promote mental health and somehow became a TikTok creator., oh and somewhere in there I sold ads for a pot magazine, and I don't even do pot.
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Why I Create
At 45, I became a content creator because I was struggling with my mental health.
I had no one to talk to, so I started talking to the dancing app I had always made fun of.
What began as a way to cope became a way to connect with people who felt alone, misunderstood, ashamed, or uncertain about their own life too and for some reason, I made them feel less alone. So, I create because in a way I was made for it. Every book, every dream, every job, every heartache, every success everything in my life has made me experience life to the fullest extent and that in a way allows me to address my own need for validation, while doing something impactful at the same time.
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What I Survived
I survived a media company in Seattle saying I scammed charities. I survived a crazy lawsuit that was used by that same media company. I survived homelessness, the on the streets kind. Drug abuse and suicide all before I finally got off the streets. And after getting back on my feet. I survived another hit piece this time by one of the largest media publications the US and survived full on assault by one of the most powerful unions in the US as well, just two months later. I survived homelessness again, suicide again. And the part of me that walked out of hell, but now wanted to hurt the people who hurt me. I survived an RV accident that should have killed me and survived a crazy coordinated attack when I was homeless, helpless and staying with French Grandmas in France by the owner of the RV, the person I saved in the RV and of all people, someone I call my stalker, whom I also survived. And I even survived having only 21 days left to obtain a visa so I could stay in Europe....and then survived the survival that I did not know I would have to survive. I guess I am saying. I have survived a lot.
Giving Back Is a Reflection of What I See From My Life
I have loved doing three things the most in my life. Making money, making people laugh and making it a point to help undeserved kids, women of abuse, the homeless, people struggling with mental health and dogs.
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I do it not because I am a good person. But because I tend to see myself in the people and even the dogs I help, therefore I know what it feels like to not have it...and in a way, each person is a version of me getting the help I always needed or wanted.
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Seven, Andrew. And One Day, Finding A Place to Call Home.
Seven and I share a special bond. We're both orphans and both adopted. She was listed as high risk and with what I went through from the media, so was I. Yet. In all of the madness of my life. All of the confusion and moments where everything that could go wrong, did. We somehow found each other and I would only fully understand just how important the timing of it all really was as I looked out the window in France, wondering what we were going to do, as I feared that I would not be able to take care of her and thought maybe, it was best to find her a new home as I end my pursuit of finding one for myself. And yes, I thought about suicide, again.
But as she always does, she saved me. And in return, I do everything to save us as we move closer each day to finding a place that we will one day call home. But in the meantime, we aren't just rebuilding our lives, no it's something more special. Because like Ethan Hawke in Gattaca, we are far exceeding the potential limits that our lives started with, as orphans.
Appreciate You Showing Up
I have always felt alone. Sometimes as a rocket ship. Other times as space debris; drifting. Regardless if my life was moving fast or slow, with purpose or lost in space, the feeling that I am here on this earth, in this universe all alone never escaped me.
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Until this moment. When a French Grandma took me and my dog Seven in. After being chased out of our fresh start by the very person I dedicated my life to help after the RV accident. She welcomed us. Fed us. And gave us the space and yet presence to get enough strength to continue on.
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As I stared out her window one morning, I heard her call up to come down to eat. A stranger, with a strange voice, in a strange home, within a strange country, inviting another stranger to share a meal that she prepared, asking for nothing except for us to feel better and welcomed. And that is when I realized. I may have felt alone, but I never was. Because strangers, my whole life have been picking up pieces where others and even myself have let me down. My parents were strangers once. As was my best friend. So were my mentors, the people I met on a bus. The people I met through work. Everyone that has ever brought me joy, safety, calm and help all started out as strangers. And it's in their hands and from their hearts that for 47 years, I have been able to keep going----- against all odds. Alone in the path, but never in presence. So, thank you. For being a stranger to me, and yet still showing up for me..and Seven.
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