ramblings of a restless soul

by araiya sanz
originally published at 04:42PM on Friday, November 09, 2007

I now understand why so many people hate their lives, she thought while staring at a green filing cabinet and drinking a lukewarm diet coke, on its way to flat. Is this the end of my life ? she thought. Is this what happens to all adults when they are forced into a dress shirt, a tie and a cube. Does everyone fight it at first ? Maybe. How long does it last before I surrender my fluttery soul to the horrible sameness that is life from 9-5? Do I become one of those dreaded people at parties who insist upon boring the shit out of everyone else there by telling them what it is they “do”? I don’t care what you do. Isn’t it all the same bullshit in different packages anyway? What are you, who are you, what do you dream to be? Do you remember?

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Comments

  • from THX 0477:

    The first sentence was a little confusing, but a nicely put description of why I chose the career field I did—abject fear of the 9-5 filling out forms, shuffling papers, and making inane reports. Chase the dream! Never surrender!

    LoA