I think I’m depressed cuz for the first 16 years of my memory it’s like….
You’re in a grade, you finish the grade, you’re done with the grade.
And they were like “hey you need this grade for when you get a job.”
There’s a quantifiable number of years left, and then you get a job.
And everybody always treated that like a finish line and that made things tolerable.
But now it’s like “okay I have a job, I’m done.”
“…”
“…. what now.”
“Well now you work the job.”
“How long do I have to do that?”
“Until you can’t any more.”
And everything suddenly got very indefinite. It’s like I was playing a video game and I beat the final level and instead of a ‘congrats you did it!’ banner there’s just sixty years of grinding before the game just randomly freezes and crashes.
(via dollsonmain)
