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The Holidays Begin
11 months ago
The Holidays.
Physically exhausted all the time.
Emotionally starved.
Feel underappreciated for being myself,
While being over-appriciated for my ability to do Normie labor and know too much about shit I get paid too little for.
No time for myself.
Too much time involving other people's crap.
"What do you want for a gift?"
And I'm not allowed to say "An uninterrupted 24-hour period where I'm awake and not required to interact with a single person."
I'm supposed to want stuff and spend my scant funds on crap for someone else.
It begins.
Bah Humbug.
Physically exhausted all the time.
Emotionally starved.
Feel underappreciated for being myself,
While being over-appriciated for my ability to do Normie labor and know too much about shit I get paid too little for.
No time for myself.
Too much time involving other people's crap.
"What do you want for a gift?"
And I'm not allowed to say "An uninterrupted 24-hour period where I'm awake and not required to interact with a single person."
I'm supposed to want stuff and spend my scant funds on crap for someone else.
It begins.
Bah Humbug.
Happy Holidays?
Without a college degree, and no money for additional certifications, this is the best I can do.
(If any onlookers thinks this remark seems unrelated to the subject matter of this journal, trust me, it is.)
Some days I'm good at typing, this was not one of those days.