Oh So Emo!
Just a quick "oh-so-emo" post. Sorry to subject you all to this, but I am really kind of upset about it this morning.
I've got ten minutes before I have to get on the phones and start convincing people that NOW is the best time to consolidate their student loans, and I'm just like, "what is the fucking point"? I really just don't see it. Why am I here? Why am I subjecting myself to these mundane fucks who couldn't do anything better with their lives? Well, true, I am one of those mundane fucks, but... I'm not happy about it. Everyone here is here because they didn't go to college or something, and they are happy about it.
Clearly, all that matters to them is the money they make, not whether or not they feel they are living a life truly worth living. Perhaps I am just glancing at people and deciding, but the people here just seem to be content with what they have. They seem to be content falling into the flow of humanity, of Starbucks and fast food, of makeup that just makes you look greasy and button up shirts that cost far too much money. They'll pump out a bunch of babies, send them off to college and be content to die in some sad little nursing home.
I don't want to end up like that, and I truly feel if I stay here, that I will end up like that...
*sigh* I better get to work. I just am losing the energy to do it, and fast. Why does this happen with every job I work? Why can't I just settle into a job... even moreso, why I can't I settle into my own skin?
OH SO EMO! FEEL THE DRAMA! *screams and slits wrists* stab stab love love bleedy bleed!
I've got ten minutes before I have to get on the phones and start convincing people that NOW is the best time to consolidate their student loans, and I'm just like, "what is the fucking point"? I really just don't see it. Why am I here? Why am I subjecting myself to these mundane fucks who couldn't do anything better with their lives? Well, true, I am one of those mundane fucks, but... I'm not happy about it. Everyone here is here because they didn't go to college or something, and they are happy about it.
Clearly, all that matters to them is the money they make, not whether or not they feel they are living a life truly worth living. Perhaps I am just glancing at people and deciding, but the people here just seem to be content with what they have. They seem to be content falling into the flow of humanity, of Starbucks and fast food, of makeup that just makes you look greasy and button up shirts that cost far too much money. They'll pump out a bunch of babies, send them off to college and be content to die in some sad little nursing home.
I don't want to end up like that, and I truly feel if I stay here, that I will end up like that...
*sigh* I better get to work. I just am losing the energy to do it, and fast. Why does this happen with every job I work? Why can't I just settle into a job... even moreso, why I can't I settle into my own skin?
OH SO EMO! FEEL THE DRAMA! *screams and slits wrists* stab stab love love bleedy bleed!