Yes, the job search is truly awful.
Yes, the reality of being actually broke and in debt really does suck.
Yes, the more exposure you get in the “real world” aka inside the “office” makes you realize just how corrupt and dysfunctional organizations can get.
Yes, some days you start to think that maybe this isn’t what you really want to do for a career.
Yes, some days realizing that this 9-to-5 lifestyle may pretty much encompass the rest of your life makes you feel like Tyler Burden.
Yes, you can catch yourself going father and farther away from going to grad school, even with the mediocre salary that you have been convinced is able support you forever.
Yes, you’re going to miss college. And maybe even high school.
Yes, you’re not going to keep in touch with your friends as much as you thought you would.
Yes, you will be jealous of the friends who love their job and have perfect lives, and you be uncomfortable around about those who are very bitter about their job and their boring lives. And your friend who was kind of on the same page with you just got accepted into graduate school.
Yes, you’re going to continue to read Thought Catalog articles that will eventually either send you or save you from a major depressive episode.
Yes, being an almost-adult is actually pretty hard.
But it’s all still good. Life is still incredibly good. If you keep looking for reasons why this 20-something, post-grad lifestyle is more shitty than what it really is (an awkward/in-between/not-yet-considered-alcoholism era), then you’ll find those reasons way too easily. Stay positive, save your money and be productive in every way possible.
//back to work
Whenever I start worrying about what the future holds, I remember everything that happens is in God’s plan, and what doesn’t, isn’t. When I have my hope built on that, there really shouldn’t be anything to worry about, I believe.
As I begin to rest on this thought more and more each and every day, I realize all my problems aren’t really problems anymore, but ways for me to trust that what He has in store for me is so much better than what I have set aside for myself.
Let’s try this: WHY THE FUCK DOES ANYBODY NEED TO BE TOLD RAPE JOKES AREN’T FUNNY is kind of like WHY THE FUCK DOES ANYBODY NEED TO BE TOLD GIGGLING ABOUT LYNCHING IS JUVENILE AND CRUEL. Or, here’s another: laughing at/telling rape jokes is a pretty clear indicator of how little you can personally identify with the very real consequences of a very real act, just like laughing at/telling lynching jokes is a pretty clear indicator that you’re so so so white, and have never known and will never know somebody who was lynched (though you might know somebody who did the lynching). But, let’s boil this down to its common denominator: laughing at torture that has historically been directed at one class of people who were not allowed access to societal protection or defense is a very clear indicator of where your loyalties lie.
And before it comes up: ignorance is not a defense. Ignorance of the prevalence of rape, of the possibility that you are making a joke in front of a rape victim, and ignorance of the vastness of racism, is only a further indicator of just how much more fucked up and shitty the experience of the victim you are joking at has been. And refusing to see that ignorance for what it is, and own it, and make a commitment to educate yourself, is the second very clear indicator of where your loyalties lie. And don’t think that’s lost on the people who have to hear your nervous giggles.