After a useless trip to an academic "career fair"

Perhaps I have the wrong view of my life. Lately (like, for the last two years) I've been really stressed about how ridiculously underemployed and impoverished I feel. I have tried with varying degrees of seriousness to get a better job, but it's not working out. And that whole depressing way of looking at myself is really bumming me out -- I feel like a loser for having an advanced degree and a shitty job. But there seem to be just too many barriers to the development of anything resembling a "career." So maybe the choice I need to make is to say "fuck it." I don't mean this in a suicidal way, but rather, a smoke lots of pot, write a shit-ton, and just relax about the various details grown ups generally worry about. Like repaying debt. Maybe I should be a slacker. A bohemian artsy wastoid. A hippy. A burnout.

It's not that I want to give up, or that I'm really even giving anything up. I'm simply adopting a new worldview. Today, I am anyway. I'll probably still apply for jobs here and there. But I think I might not stress about it so much.

I feel better already. And I've even done two hundred words worth of writing about it. All I need now is a reliable weed dealer.