Can you hear that?
That sound right there.
Yeah. That one that sounds like a mixture of agonizing screams and gut wrenching cries.
What is it? Oh, nothing important. Just my spirit dying.
Wonderful isn't it? Who needed it in the first place? Who need something that gives you hope and dreams. Ambition. Feeling.
So long spirit. It was nice knowing you. We had a good 22 year run. But I guess I'm destined, like the vast majority of people, to live their life in a meaningless mannor doing a job that they hate.
No, no. If you're wondering it wasn't the job fair that killed it. Just my parents.
Silly me for thinking that they might be supportive. Silly me. Sure what I applied for lacks glitz and glamor. Or I guess what I should really say lacks money since that's the only thing that matters of course. No. Not me trying to do something that I could potentially love. Nah. It's all about the Benjamins.
If that's the case I wonder how they'd feel if I took to the streets. I hear the money can be good.
I probably shouldn't post this but I don't care.
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Hey, your parents mean well, but you are young and should follow your dreams/heart - no I didn't get that from a Hallmark Card. You should do what you love now and work for the big bucks later on when you have a family and all those other debts that we gather as we age.
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