So, as it is proven time and time again, the Great Spirit of Internet always has the right answer for when it comes to expressing the complexity of an individual's emotions through a 2-second-long snippet of moving images. But I digress.
As part of the masses of unemployed youth worldwide (it's a cozy feeling indeed, and the only time when being a brick in the wall almost feels like a community), I face rejection to my job applications like...ALL THE TIME. #ragequit
It is a curious sensation, this unbearable weight of being, whenever I get back another email, informing me that I sadly did not qualify for something that I was either (and most probably) underqualified or overqualified in the first place, simply because at one point a person just starts shooting in the dark (like you under the blanket when mommy leaves the room).
All I'm saying is that it does make one feel like butter spread over too big a bread.
As part of the masses of unemployed youth worldwide (it's a cozy feeling indeed, and the only time when being a brick in the wall almost feels like a community), I face rejection to my job applications like...ALL THE TIME. #ragequit
It is a curious sensation, this unbearable weight of being, whenever I get back another email, informing me that I sadly did not qualify for something that I was either (and most probably) underqualified or overqualified in the first place, simply because at one point a person just starts shooting in the dark (like you under the blanket when mommy leaves the room).
All I'm saying is that it does make one feel like butter spread over too big a bread.
The last time I was rejected for was because, out of honesty, I did confess to being a smoker, even though I did clarify that I can refrain from succumbing to the temptations of lighting one up (and setting their house on fire in the process).
Apparently, that was not convincing enough of my steel-hard dedication to go over and clean the family house for 2 hours per week. What a bummer. So what can one say?
As I was talking with a friend the other day, we agreed that you should be able to express your feelings. Too often do I see people these days, mostly my age (and that remains the subject of your best guess), who refrain from making anything personal, for fear of future consequences. Now, being an asshole is a thing. Being honest about your opinion is another. If you don't respect your opinion, no one will. #truth
Okay, anyway, back to me, feeling miserable as fuck. And then there are two things, that I came to realize:
TL;DR: I thought the world ended, but it didn't, it was just the ceiling falling on my head. (better than the piano last time)
Apparently, that was not convincing enough of my steel-hard dedication to go over and clean the family house for 2 hours per week. What a bummer. So what can one say?
As I was talking with a friend the other day, we agreed that you should be able to express your feelings. Too often do I see people these days, mostly my age (and that remains the subject of your best guess), who refrain from making anything personal, for fear of future consequences. Now, being an asshole is a thing. Being honest about your opinion is another. If you don't respect your opinion, no one will. #truth
Okay, anyway, back to me, feeling miserable as fuck. And then there are two things, that I came to realize:
- I can be as miserable as I want to be. I have the right to show it, and I have the right to feel how I feel. So, yeah, I have enjoyed a very self-indulgent session of feeling as emo as possible ever since those fuckers died out when MySpace smartened up and sold itself for cash in favour of obscure sub-communities.
- Why am I really feeling miserable? Is it because I didn't live up to their expectations? I lived up to my expectations. Even though they are not that high. And I have failed my expectations a couple of times, and you know what, that feels like shit, for years. So yeah, I think I'm okay.
TL;DR: I thought the world ended, but it didn't, it was just the ceiling falling on my head. (better than the piano last time)