You're so f***ing special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
-Radiohead
I keep wishing my life was more interesting than it is, I see other people working, in their chosen field. I see students who haven't even gotten out of school working in architecture firms. These same firms won't even look at me, it seems. I hear about people's trips to Ireland, Italy, Japan, and I've been nowhere. I can afford nothing.
Nothing is happening to me. It is like my life was indefinitely put on hold, but no one told me the reason. I'd just like a sticky-note put on my desk before I wake-up in the morning.
Dear Sir,
We are currently assessing future changes to your life, and as we allot budgets, release work-orders, and commit to a new timeline, your life is subsequently and until further notice, officially put on hold.
We are sorry for any inconvenience this may cause, but there is really little you or anyone else can do about it. Thank you.
You know, something to make me feel like a real person again. Instead I have a collection of rejection letters from the Boston area. And I am applying to (for an innocuous example): hardware-supply stores with Kitchen Design Services, and customer services at the counter.
Some days I feel fine, and some others I feel like walking in front of a bus. Metaphorically speaking.
"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it." -Ferris | Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
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