So I quit my job today. During the 10 months that I worked there I gave much too much of my energy to that place. I had become obsessed. Now that it's over and done with I find myself oscillating between resolved detachment and hateful paranoia. But sometimes you've just got to know when to turn the page...
I need a new fictional obsession. They never seem to hurt me.
No... actually what I need is to achieve ego-death, then my anger and suffering would lose its significance.
But I want a new fictional obsession too.
 
    
  I need a new fictional obsession. They never seem to hurt me.
No... actually what I need is to achieve ego-death, then my anger and suffering would lose its significance.
But I want a new fictional obsession too.
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  yeah, fuck money, It and religion are the source of all of life's problems.
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  Sounds like fun!