Just Clever Or Worse
|If you want to look at my feet, say so. but don't be a god-damned sneak about it.|
When people tell me they’re bored the first thing I do is get jealous and then I remember how stupid that is. Here’s the thing: once you start looking for a better life things will immediately get tough. What I’ve found is that by changing your life for the better and shooting for your dreams you give up on a lot of shit that makes life easier. Some days when I’m poor as hell and the whole storm of life is howling, the idea of going to a nice, warm, safe job in the morning sounds amazing. Something I wouldn’t have to “take home,” something where I could just go get my work done and be home by 5:30 and have someone else worry about “the money.”
As Americans we’re told diligence on the job is a noble thing. We’re told that you do your part and you don’t hesitate to self-sacrifice. What they don’t tell us is that working a job you don’t believe in will tax your soul somethin’ fierce. What’s the measure of someone who knows they’re a slave but doesn’t look for a way out of the cage? I’m not telling you to quit your shitty job tomorrow or anything like that. Times are hard. What I’m saying is: if you feel like you’re in the wrong place, start looking for a way out.
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