At the epicenter, tripping over fossils
Today I: called Safeway and Gamestop about applications I submitted last week (no immediate luck, but I'm optimistic), filed my taxes, halfway filled out FAFSA, scoured Craigslist for local jobs to no avail, filled out an application to be a census taker for the government, filled out the form to cash out on my life insurance, arranged to start volunteering at an art gallery, studied the parts of the human skeleton, and, like college students the world over, questioned the validity of my existence.
It was found that, valid or not, my existence is enjoyed by me. The main instigator of doubt lies in the inability to see the self as separate and complete. Instead, the self finds itself being compared to other selves, held up to other standards and found wanting. Fuck dat shit.
It was found that, valid or not, my existence is enjoyed by me. The main instigator of doubt lies in the inability to see the self as separate and complete. Instead, the self finds itself being compared to other selves, held up to other standards and found wanting. Fuck dat shit.