sardonicnomad
retracing my steps
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look and learn.
life has handed me another lemon, and my thoughts turn to job. i'm not much of a bible-beater, but the story of job always stuck with me, and now i know why. you see, job is god's little insurance policy. whenever we well-intentioned folk wring our hands and tear our tresses in despair, he unfurls his retractable pointer, taps a poster of job, and throws some generic one-liner our way. can't have it all, kid. nobody ever said it would be easy. nice guys finish last.
if you aren't versed in apocryphal happenings, allow me to paraphrase: after losing his love and his livelihood, job accosted the heavens: "why, god, why have you taken everything i love away from me when i've done everything righteously?" and god said, "because i can. and now i can make an example of you." and it's that very example i follow.
funny the guy's name is job because i can't seem to find a job for which i can respect myself nowadays. adorned with all the accolades to nowhere--summa cum laude, phi beta kappa, teach for america, et cetera et cetera--i will saunter fearlessly day in and day out into a cafe and assume the title of "barista" with flawless italian inflection. baby hipsters in oversized sunglasses will inquire, "so um, how did you get a job here?"
i will dangle that one-page application above their self-cut heads of greasy hair and relate my tale. they will likely leave mid-telling, but like that of job, my story awaits a devoted hearing. for, if not to educate, what point do our silent sufferings serve?
and here i am--your sardonic nomad--stumbling across your lcd screen. in pixels i'll convey through retrospect each rejection incurred as promise ripened and rotted to ridiculousness. please enjoy (because, you know, it's been so fun for me.)
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