Dis/Enchantment
There must exist, through some horribly freakish confluence of irony and “tough shit”, the condition that prevents a person from pursuing his or her life’s passion.
I believe (not a bit hypochondriacally) that this condition has afflicted me for the better part of the last year, and I’m sick of it.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got a great job, with almost limitless potential for advancement and connection, but dammit, I have to sit on the sidelines and watch the etablishments and the workers to whom I truly belong rush by me in some sort of frame-by-frame existence. And it’s just out of my grasp.
Anyone else feel this way? Cured it? Lived with it till you just gave up? Totally disinterested by this topic and wish that I’d just shutup?
Reblog/discuss if any/all of those options apply to you.
