The crux of my problem is that I can't find a job. Or I'm unemployable. Probably the latter.
It's not that I can't find I job. It's just that the skill set I have does not lead to the type of job I would like to possess. But this isn't about me, it's about them. You know them. The happy people. The people that things just seem to work out for. The ones that stuff falls into place for.
Some people are able to just glide through life, without a care in the world, and all the pieces fit together like a really simple jigsaw puzzle. A six piece one at most. They get a nice little job that suits their area of study, right out of the gates of university. They have social skills, so they are able to meet new people, and develop healthy relationships. Sometimes even meeting a special someone.
They have families that love and support each other. Siblings that they view as human. Pets with names much better and more clever than my own. (I'm referring to my pet's names obviously. My own name is wicked cool.)
They know how to dress nicely, and present themselves in a pleasant manner. If you ask them how they are doing, they will immediately shoot back a well rehearsed and socially acceptable answer rather than spend a few seconds thinking about it and deciding that the real answer isn't worth giving.
They have cars. They go on vacations. They have dental plans. They have all these things I sorta want to have, yet don't. Apparently going to school and studying something of actual interest to you is not the way to go (thanks for the heads up to everyone I ever met before entering university). So to all you future music majors, save yourself the time and money.
I'm not saying that I want to be one of these people. I'm just saying that I'd like to sleep with one of them.
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