It's 5:35pm. I'm going to go home, eat something and then head out to see a show tonight. I'd rather go to sleep, but I've got to see this for class and all the other nights are supposedly sold out. Eh.
I had yet another freak-out today when I was sitting in playwriting and realized in about a year and a few months I'm no longer going to be in school. Then what? Job? Can I get a job? -- I can't even talk to people, how am I going to be able to convince them to hire me for something they'll pay me for? -- There really is no career that will allow me the opportunity to not interact with people... well, unless I am some recluse novelist who writes one piece of shit book that becomes famous after I've offed myself--- but that doesn't really sound like too much fun.
Really, though, I'm not quite sure how I'm going to survive the remainder of my life. If I don't get a job, then I'll run out of savings and soon be homeless and foodless and... I refuse to move back in with my parents. Well, at least I'm going to try not too.
I hate being a little talented at a lot of things and not super-talented at anything.
And since I'm really hungry I'm going to go now.
I want to write a play entitled 'the expiration date of eggs.' I have yet to decide what it will be about.
I had yet another freak-out today when I was sitting in playwriting and realized in about a year and a few months I'm no longer going to be in school. Then what? Job? Can I get a job? -- I can't even talk to people, how am I going to be able to convince them to hire me for something they'll pay me for? -- There really is no career that will allow me the opportunity to not interact with people... well, unless I am some recluse novelist who writes one piece of shit book that becomes famous after I've offed myself--- but that doesn't really sound like too much fun.
Really, though, I'm not quite sure how I'm going to survive the remainder of my life. If I don't get a job, then I'll run out of savings and soon be homeless and foodless and... I refuse to move back in with my parents. Well, at least I'm going to try not too.
I hate being a little talented at a lot of things and not super-talented at anything.
And since I'm really hungry I'm going to go now.
I want to write a play entitled 'the expiration date of eggs.' I have yet to decide what it will be about.
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mikedawg13:
Well i hope i get into the SGchicago group....*cough cough* and i just realized your one of the first Chicago members i've seen...Just wondering, are you going to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs concert on Tuesday?
recursive:
Don't stress about it. There are actually a surprising number of jobs for anti-social misanthropes. For instance, I became a Sys Admin. Or you could go work at the DMV, where you do have to deal with people regularly, but are allowed, probably incouraged, to be misanthropic about it.