14 November 2012
Ballbags...pendulous scrotal carpet sample...danger dangles...you get the idea...life isn't great, though in fairness and objectively I guess you could say my problems are very much of the first world variety.
I've done everything I am supposed to have done. Good results for school, good results from a good university and successful completion of military service (which is obligatory). So finally it was my time right? My choice, my career, life could finally begin.
But no, clever-dicks world-wide flushed the global economy. Thanks, seriously...well done you...so I tried to find my place in the new order of things, consistently lowering my standards and adapting. Sure, every now and then the clouds would clear and suddenly I would have two or three prospects at once...but they would all fall though and in he intervening months...nothing.
So here we are again, after months of nothing, things start moving and suddenly all sorts of other things emerge from the woodwork. The choice this time is an MA in something I like for a year, or a placement of indeterminate length in something different but that might lead somewhere lucrative.
I dream of simplicity and dread boredom. I fear that I am destined for disappointment./End vent, close moan, park winge, bury self pity/.
Life Generalis • Opuss № I