Pseudonym #17
Today I quit my job (1/13/25). I did in a petty way stating the obvious and being a total cunt, my apologies for the word usage... but I feel it needed to be done. Although now I barely wished I hadn't of sent it, but I don't care. I only started to care when another coworker who did all those things I listed... said my message was embarrassing. Made me laugh and moments later I was kicked from the group chat and my most "extraneous" message likely deleted which stated many things of her which she did not know that I knew about. Those people at that place of work didn't seem real as no one ever really talked or had any hobbies they couldn't live without. It had me torn to discover people who sit on their phones all day were sitting right in front of me. It reminded me of who I was for months, kick starting my hobbies in overdrive for art, yoga, and occasional music making. For 5 months exactly. After quitting I seem I am discovering my fullest potential of creativity however, with lectures starting again tomorrow afternoon, I will try and keep up. I have started to crave less and less sugar. I have started enjoying lemon wedges in my water. I have rearranged my apartment. I have created my own sugar scrubs. My hair has grown longer. I enjoy these things very much.
The future is always yet to come and can never be escaped without the ending of a pulse. Even then the future still lives with your soul in some religions. Is there any reason for why we live, breathe, discover new things, have sex, get through paranoia, or quit jobs with a funny cunty message? I don't know. I guess we'll never know.
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