I stopped caring. This has been in the works for some time now. School is about as fun as dried Play-doh. Works definitely has its drawbacks as well. I work because I need money for school and necessities to get me through the days. But I did not have school, I likely would not want to work very hard either. So staying in school is the lesser of two evils. I do not want to do either of these options full time; but it is as if, at twenty, I have no better option. I can wiggle my way through my last two years and try to make some decent money, or I can jump directly into the work world with an unfinished degree.
Good luck finding a hottie when your making a couple bucks over minimum wage working your ass off. So the stakes escalate. One can go the route to success and obtain money and females or sweat with a bunch of dudes talking about vagina thats out of their monetary league.
I definitely love money and I love estrogen-filled beings, so I suppose the choice is made for me. But this does not mean I truly care anymore. I do not care about working my ass off to get dicked around by teachers on a general power trip or fight to impress a boss that I can really care less about. What a life. It sucks to be stuck between doing what one wants and doing what one has to do to be successful; or, dare I say, what society views as "success." So it looks like school and part-time work for me.
It's a time in life that no one really has a clear goal in mind, or those that do dedicate themselves to it in such a way that it ends up destroying them. I connect to this little piece more than I'd like to admit - it's good to see that there's others around that find this whole 'life' thing tedious, if necessary. Work hard, push on, find happiness, repeat.
ReplyDeleteIt's not easy growing up and figuring out what you want to do with your life. Most people make a number of career changes throughout their lives, so it's not like you are stuck if you make a choice that doesn't work out. I like the dried Playdoh metaphor, but beyond that the lack of specificity in this makes it a pretty generic rant. If you want a reader to care about your not caring, tell us about the job you hate, the boss you don't care about, the teacher on the power trip, the hotties and the dudes, your idea of success.
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