The most that we can do is feign interest until it is our turn to talk

Keywords: disaster , funemployed , stupid , twentysomething , unemployed , writing , zerotohero

The thing is that I no longer have anything to talk about. I am at the stage where I would happily dive into rejection email after rejection, bathe in bad interviews, drown in ‘will I won’t I’ moments for the next year or so. But unfortunately, there is nothing to Will I Won’t I about. At least not for now. I always thought that I would emerge in my early twenties with a blinding dream, and that I would follow that dream and take the failures and heartbreak that came with it. But coming from somebody who kinda likes to write, kinda likes to paint, kinda like to make people laugh, kinda likes to get her head down with a mundane activity that relies in no way on my personality or people skills whatsoever – I am here to say that it is officially not enough. Because nobody gets anywhere on Kinda. So my next question is – how the Fuck am I supposed to just Pick A Dream????????????????????????????????????

https://painfulperiod.wordpress.com/2021/06/23/unemployed-loser

I had the courage to make choices in spite of the disapproval of others

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I worked my way through graduate school, taught in the inner city for seven consecutive years, paid my own bills (car payment, car insurance, utilities, rent, etc.). I wrote and recorded my own folk album, and I had at least three romantic relationships. I proposed to a man I loved and was rejected by him and my best friend, I was accused of intentionally deceiving and “stealing” a man because he was interested in me and not my friend; again, I was rejected. My family was both antagonistic and unsupportive of me. Still I “warrior-ed” on. I did not need the approval of these people to be the person I WANT TO BE. I let it go.

https://sweetnessbe.wordpress.com/2021/02/15/be-a-listener