12/21/03
Like Charlie Brown in a black coat, hands in pockets, looking for a tree.
I've tried, I just can't make it work.
Blistering country full of awful people
Subdued
Frustrated
Angry
Furious
Loathing
Why now? Was there a halcyon and we all missed it?
Orange terror, and my family lives in it
Heartbroken, sick, misunderstood
Could we have been working all this time on something nobody will ever see?
Lesser minds reap untold millions
Cruel, arbitrary
Cruel, arbitrary
career in the toilet
Supercilious
Spurious
Useless
Unfortunate
Lifted the bat, but too tired to swing
But they are only mirages.
They are apparitions created out of your own insouciance, the carefree finality that descends once you've decided to leave a place.
God may punish you by answering your prayers, but he also gives you anything you want once you stop caring.
Posted by irw at December 21, 2003 11:13 PMJust when I was getting used to there not being a Sunday post - WHAM!
FWIW, I don't think the answer is to stop caring. You're much too talented not to succeed, even though there may be much stacked against you. The challenges thrown at you lately are just a temporary setback that you will overcome.
Enjoy the holidays and the great family that surrounds you!