I want to quit my job and I'm sick of balding and other ramblings by a rapidly aging introvert...
That seems overly dramatic, especially if you read this entire thing.
My job is awesome. It really is. I'm really lucky to have it, even though I'll never make real money doing it.
However, I've been there for 2.5 years and it means my brain is telling me to find something else. I've never had any job longer than 3 years, as at about this time I start wanting to move and do something new. I'm not going to quit my job, but man is my head screaming for me to do it. Stupid screaming head. I'm now voicing my complaints all the time and keep having to shut myself up, which, for the record, I SUCK at.
I've been balding roughly my entire life. My hairline is super far back and always has been, so even when I wasn't balding it looked like I was. I've come to terms with it, but I'm still jealous of people with good hair. I hate them and want them to burn in hell. It makes me wish I believed in hell... or Rogaine. Sounds a little like I'm a big fucking liar and haven't come to terms with it.
I don't complain nearly as much people think I do. I talk a lot because my brain sucks at filtering. Essentially, 75% of what my brain thinks comes out of my mouth so I'm really just saying things that I notice. The negative connotations are just what other people lend to them. I'm not always talking about what sucks, just talking about things that happen to be fact. I'm working on it.
This journal kinda sucks, but I wanted to write something here.
Oh, and I'm on a weird adorable kick, so I keep watching Adventure Time even though I'm both male and a fucking adult.
Damn, Hell, Ass,
J.R.
P.S. I pretty much said "Fuck it" to putting any effort into proper sentence structure and grammar in this because fuck it.
That seems overly dramatic, especially if you read this entire thing.
My job is awesome. It really is. I'm really lucky to have it, even though I'll never make real money doing it.
However, I've been there for 2.5 years and it means my brain is telling me to find something else. I've never had any job longer than 3 years, as at about this time I start wanting to move and do something new. I'm not going to quit my job, but man is my head screaming for me to do it. Stupid screaming head. I'm now voicing my complaints all the time and keep having to shut myself up, which, for the record, I SUCK at.
I've been balding roughly my entire life. My hairline is super far back and always has been, so even when I wasn't balding it looked like I was. I've come to terms with it, but I'm still jealous of people with good hair. I hate them and want them to burn in hell. It makes me wish I believed in hell... or Rogaine. Sounds a little like I'm a big fucking liar and haven't come to terms with it.
I don't complain nearly as much people think I do. I talk a lot because my brain sucks at filtering. Essentially, 75% of what my brain thinks comes out of my mouth so I'm really just saying things that I notice. The negative connotations are just what other people lend to them. I'm not always talking about what sucks, just talking about things that happen to be fact. I'm working on it.
This journal kinda sucks, but I wanted to write something here.
Oh, and I'm on a weird adorable kick, so I keep watching Adventure Time even though I'm both male and a fucking adult.
Damn, Hell, Ass,
J.R.
P.S. I pretty much said "Fuck it" to putting any effort into proper sentence structure and grammar in this because fuck it.