Cope update
These days, months after the separation, I am realtor. I run around St. Petersburg, Florida, convincing property owners to sell their cracker boxes to other property owners. The money is good when you make a hit, and non existent when you don’t. I work at Century 21. Here I have my own little room and a computer with high speed online. The office is extremely family orientated. Other realtors are very nice, and we all conform to an office etiquette that lends itself to existing with each other. Smiles, pursed lips, nods, mundane conversation that leads to nowhere but comfortable parting steps are all just part what I engage in five days a week. Very much like regular office I suppose.
I have managed to make a little money, but ultimately this is not for me. It took me months to realize this, but despite the network of money that I’m slowly uncovering, it does not make up for what I have previously mentioned as the Tampa Bay wasteland. If you offered me a job for 100000 dollars a year and gave me a house in Seminole and told me this was all to be mine, I’m not sure I could take it .The void is a void. Being “on track” in a void, in an industry that requires the planting of roots through years of domestic residence in that void, sucks.
I ask any of the old quality readers, or any new ones to input to what degree they are satisfied with there lives. Is no one? Is it cliché to be unhappy with your surroundings? Is it possible not to fit into a pattern and more importantly, is there some sort of advanced state by accepting a pattern / cliché element to ones life and being ok with it?
The rest of apartment 18 had better fucking chime in on this shit.
Cope
I have managed to make a little money, but ultimately this is not for me. It took me months to realize this, but despite the network of money that I’m slowly uncovering, it does not make up for what I have previously mentioned as the Tampa Bay wasteland. If you offered me a job for 100000 dollars a year and gave me a house in Seminole and told me this was all to be mine, I’m not sure I could take it .The void is a void. Being “on track” in a void, in an industry that requires the planting of roots through years of domestic residence in that void, sucks.
I ask any of the old quality readers, or any new ones to input to what degree they are satisfied with there lives. Is no one? Is it cliché to be unhappy with your surroundings? Is it possible not to fit into a pattern and more importantly, is there some sort of advanced state by accepting a pattern / cliché element to ones life and being ok with it?
The rest of apartment 18 had better fucking chime in on this shit.
Cope