allyberry

Post-undergraduate life is not easy. It’s this jarring juxtaposition between being bored out of your mind with all this free time, and being stressed out from having all this free time. No matter what you are doing - whether it be watching too much television or stalking someone on the internet (all of which, are performed in your pajamas… because really, who is there to get dressed for?) or worse: going out with friends, and thus spending money that you don’t have – there’s always this lingering thought in the back of your mind. It is this constant numbing feeling, “You need a job. Why don’t you have a job? Tomorrow you are going to apply for a job.”

Ah. And then, there’s the way you feel after.

After applying to a fuckton of positions, which you are more than goddamn qualified for… and nobody calls you back.

You resent your competition - all these fuckers with their bachelor degrees vying against you for that coveted minimum wage shirt folding position. You resent these companies for having an overabundance of highly capable applicants. You resent the economy for being absolute shit.

But most of all, you resent yourself. God, you resent yourself so much that you resent yourself for resenting for yourself when really you should be thankful for all the fucking privilege you already have.