So been thinking, where do failures congregate? I'm the only one I know. My coworkers are all either in a career they want, or are seriously working toward something. My whole family has led good lives. Maybe if I was around other failures, I wouldn't be so depressed. Maybe I should get a shitty, minimum wage retail job and live with all the other people whose dreams are dying.
Hey, maybe that's how I can eventually be my own boss. I can build a farm where me and the the other losers can roam free with our own kind. We could invite school children to come and see us, ask us questions. It would be like Scared Straight, but just on how not to waste your life.
So today was long. I worked fewer hours than normal, but it dragged. It always does. But I got to snuggle a bit with a sweet, special needs dog. You know, they say spending time with animals can help your emotional well-being. Maybe the moments I get to spend free time with the dogs and cats will help offset the emotionally damaging parts.
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