You wouldn’t call a tiger a lazy motherfucker for just lying in the sun the whole day , would you? What if that tiger had the face of Samuel L. Jackson? (sorry that’s completely random, I just can’t use the word “motherfucker” without seeing Samuel’s face.)
If I had to lie around all day and hunt, mate and eat when it suited me, I’m sure at least one person would call me lazy. Sure I’m not as fierce, fuzzy or good at tearing raw flesh from a corpse as a tiger, but do I deserve less freedom for it?
By freedom I mean time to do what is fun doing. After finishing school and sobering up from your studies (if you chose that route), you were probably expected to start a career and pay bills and take out loans so you’ll have more bills. That forces you to get a job. The term “dream job” is an oxymoron for who sleeps and dreams about working?
Finding something that I like doing and something I’m good at has been the bane of my existence (think Dark Knight Rising Bane). There’s a cliché that goes If you like what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life. That sounds great, but who is going to employ me to drink cocktails and write nonsense all day?
What I found at the end of my long hall of journalism studies was a brick wall of disillusionment. I found the workplace to be no place for idealism and all those ethics I had to study. I found readers more interested in murder and celebrities than the things that matter.
Dealing with that hasn’t been much fun. Hopefully I’ll find a job at the end of my internship that isn’t another internship. Keeping fingers crossed.
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT:
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