>>7895559in a lot of ways, it feels like i’ve only progressed in terms of height and width. that’s not a terribly unique feeling to have. stagnation seems like a typical part of adult life, or at least is something most people struggle with. i still live with my parents; that’s probably a large part of these feelings. i’m not too sure about that, though. i’ve been having the same day for as long as i can remember now. the things i hated about being in school never really changed, it’s just the set piece that differs. we eat, we work, we sleep, we eat, and work, and sleep. work, slack, work. such is routine. i’ve never had high ambitions for a career; all i’ve wanted is the least intrusive way to not starve. afterall, finding a job you like is nigh impossible. i don’t have a lot of choice in the matter; the safest bet is to find something stable because i’m nothing i’m good at really makes any money. i’ve no faith that i’ll be satisfied in what i do for a living.
satisfaction. i don’t think many of us make it that far