The eternal joblessness forced me to look into the abyss, and in turn, I allowed it to look into me. I was only recently able to put together words to describe the silent sneaking fear waiting just below the surface. Actually acquiring one of those “big girl jobs” I so desperately covet and having to work ….
[blood curdling horror movie scream]
How exactly does one “full time”? It may be my millennial entitlement talking, but why can’t I just be paid to follow my bliss? Punching a clock day in and day out sounds like signing up to be a drooling cubicle slave. It sounds like being chained to a desk while all that I love (and cannot currently afford) is held dangling over a vat of boiling acid(ic debt).
[sigh] This is going to be, you know, a fascinating transition.
In other news Netflix ‘s Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt has been speaking to my LIFE! She’s so honest, vulnerable, optimistic, weird, and willing to learn. Just like me. #hashbrownawesomesauce
Remember not to run from bears, just pretend to be dead. That’s also my philosophy regarding any major responsibilities. Also, go get Netflix if you haven’t (psssh, of course you have, what are you, the Amish? I’m sorry if you or your loved ones are Amish and find this offensive. But wait, how did you internet?) and watch my darling Kim-becile.
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