I mean, the idea of it: we’re supposed to get a job. What else are we supposed to do, though?
We’re supposed to learn to drive. We’re supposed to drink, have sex, make babies, and “progress” through life (I’ll talk about progress another time). The big thing though, is this: we’re supposed to get a job. If you have one of those, you’re instantly better than anyone who doesn’t have one.
Maybe it’s just me, but doesn’t working for the rest of your life seem a little stifling? Yes, you make money. You earn a house, you get kids, yada-yada and so forth. That’s all good: but it seems so regimented and ordered that it looks almost… boring.
Some really like this stability, and that’s fine with me. I’m not sure I do: I like stability, but not enough to base my life around the idea. I don’t want the 9-5 job. I don’t want a full time boss. I don’t want to be stuck in the wheel of society, eventually rusting away.
This idea, of rusting, is what “growing up” feels like to me. Running around. pounding pavement, has been the most demeaning task I’ve ever set out to do. Every time I’m through with handing in an application, all I think is how useless I really am in this “real world.”
The other thing is, how on earth am I supposed to get a job with no experience? To be honest, I actually do have lots of experience. Even with it, people tell me I don’t have enough. Okay, that’s cool, but could you give me some? No? What do you expect me to do, grind Xp on the local playground monsters?
*sigh* I guess I’m just exasperated. I feel like an equal in my school, where my skill is appreciated. The instant I come back home, I feel like a tool who can’t be used by anyone.
Grah, so annoyed. 😦
Maybe I just don’t understand what’s so great about it. Maybe I just need to suck it up.
But to me, it seems so unnatural and…