Being tired beyond any measurable sense, there is a wishful knowledge that whatever I’m doing right now will amount to something worthwhile. While people will optimistically cheer me on without any sense of foresight or sincerity, it takes a certain amount of experience in the field to realize that this is all not in vain. I am doing something with my life and that’s better than the standards you’re measuring up to.
I mean, let me count the ways:
- In 10 years, my resume will be filled with jobs that actually have a realistic achievement to it. Given the experience, I’ll be earning a whole lot more than saying you blogged for a living, writing things that even a monkey with a banana can do.
- I might be tired out of my head working 12 hours a day, but I also get paid astronomically for the things I do.
- I’m making a difference in people’s lives. Grooming the future as I would have it. You know there is a sense of self satisfaction there.
- I’m living in a real world. You’re still living in your parents house.
- I’m no longer a spoilt whiny pup who has better things to do than worry about something that you can’t do anything about.
Now it makes you wonder just who I’m directing all this to. That of course will be obvious from the moment you feel slighted by it. In any case, it doesn’t really matter. Justifying the limits I’m pushing is another way of saying I’m stubborn enough to sacrifice my health for my goals. Not something some people would approve, but short of bars, chains and a lock, they can do little to stop me.
I’ve had enough of pretending that the popular way is the best way to do things. It’s time to tell you how it’s going to be done and let’s see just how much I’ll be laughing at the end of this.