You know what? Yeah. I’m getting a liberal arts education. Yeah. I’m spending it doing things I enjoy and I’m going to get degrees I’m interested in pursuing. Yeah. I’m gonna pay for it with my fucking limbs. Yeah. My majors are “stupid wow hahaha”. Yeah. I get it, “dude ur gonna have such a hard time finding a job ahahaha im like so many steps ahead of that”.
Yeah. I know. It’s so much fucking fun for you to take a jab at how stupid all of this sounds. I fucking get it. They’re “hipster degrees”, whatever that word even means anymore.
I’m not going to be a doctor or a lawyer or what the fuck ever. I doubt I’m ever going to start a business. I’m not cut out for fucking anything that’s actually going to make money. I’m not planning on “moving up in the world”. I’m not going to have a huge salary and a big house with a nuclear family and a squeaky-clean, easy and well-networked existence. I don’t know how to “market myself” and I don’t know how to “get on top” or “get in the game” or “get ahead”. I fucking know that. I’m a fucking grub in the hive of human occupation.
I am a weed. You are a sunflower of business sense and marketability.
I Tried, I Failed, Let Me Sleep On Your Porch
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