The Toll of Limbo
buttface mcgee
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I was ill prepared for the real world, and I didn’t know why. I didn’t know the larger context of where the job market was going, I didn’t know how to stand up for myself, I was terrible at socializing. I rode the waves and I crashed. More than once.

This was the story of my life too, for a long time. Finally I realized, that the scheme, was a scam, all along. This business of herding children into universities is not about getting the individual an education but about sustaining a middle class to do the bidding of whatever tyrants have the real power. It was made plain to me in community college, in no uncertain terms, that I the student was never the client. The employers are.

You have been set up for the precise rejection you have experienced. It was part of the plan. Your faith in the system was meant to be your undoing, either as one who submits to it absolutely and becomes its property, or as one who falls by the wayside as unsuited to its requirements for you. No part of it was EVER designed for your benefit.

It’s vague to make out whether you are male or female. If male, I’d say, pick up a hammer, and do a man’s job like a man. If female, I’d probably encourage you the same way. This so-called “gender equality” (which to your credit you haven’t made the topic, or any perceived lack of it the villain, here) seems to have been lost on the world of men’s work, but I for one never saw any reason women couldn’t do well and go far at the same work I have done for decades. They just never showed up, to try.

Or maybe wait tables, do it well, take absolute pride in it, stop questioning the goals imposed on you by others or your inability to meet them, and love life. You were not put here on earth to be approved of.

Believe me, that last was the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.

Oddly enough, I have more people now who like, respect and eagerly do business with me, than ever. Because I decided to approve of myself, and thus relieved anyone else of the burden to.

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