Perfectly Useless

The torment of having a use and yet being useless is bizarre.

I find nothing interesting in what the careerists preach and yet you can’t avoid being sucked into the lifestyle. References this, appearance that, get your CV in order, make sure your resume stands out, etc.

Bah!

One can see the pain on a careerist’s face when confronted with the realization that their lifestyle is nothing but a void–a sad acceptance of a system that has expired but the practitioners persist in not dying.

I have no use and am proud of that fact.

I spend my time rummaging through trash cans and muttering to myself. Happy that my thoughts are my own and what of it if someone doesn’t like the stink? I may die alone but at least I’ll die in good company!