My boyfriend just yesterday left me (sort of a mural agreement at the time) exactly because of some conflicts regarding some very self-aggrandizing work-related goals.
The first few minutes he was gone I just noticed the sound of the AC. I guess it had always made that sound, but I had never heard it.
We both worked from home (or he was looking for work rather) and I really wanted to move to a bigger city to chase larger opportunities. I never realized the sounds I’d have to live with in my new-found “freedom”.
What’s funny is that now that I’m “finally free”, by myself, I realize it just will never end.
With the full freedom to do all those things I wanted to do, I can’t think of anything I’d want to do less than pursue all the hopelessly tiring efforts of climbing the academic and corporate ladder just so I can post photos in front of more interesting landscapes, nicer cars or clothes, and have people say “dr” or whatever before they say my name.
I guess we’re all free to choose our own slavement.
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My boyfriend just yesterday left me (sort of a mural agreement at the time) exactly because of some conflicts regarding some very self-aggrandizing work-related goals.
The first few minutes he was gone I just noticed the sound of the AC. I guess it had always made that sound, but I had never heard it.
We both worked from home (or he was looking for work rather) and I really wanted to move to a bigger city to chase larger opportunities. I never realized the sounds I’d have to live with in my new-found “freedom”.
What’s funny is that now that I’m “finally free”, by myself, I realize it just will never end.
With the full freedom to do all those things I wanted to do, I can’t think of anything I’d want to do less than pursue all the hopelessly tiring efforts of climbing the academic and corporate ladder just so I can post photos in front of more interesting landscapes, nicer cars or clothes, and have people say “dr” or whatever before they say my name.
I guess we’re all free to choose our own slavement.