realities incurred

 

I used to believe a masters degree would yield a career. I have fully accepted that it won’t, possibly ever. Now I am free. The only person that cares about my masters degree is my mom. There is only debt. That is the only thing academia has created. Academia creates debt and little else. Going to keep applying to restaurants. I’m going to apply to Target. And even Walmart, work my way up, become store manager and unionize all those fuckers.

The only hope is non-resistance, non-judgment, and non-attachment.