Slow Mover

I was getting frustrated at my own job search just now

wamiv:

because there aren’t a lot of positions, and the ones that are available aren’t what I would want to do.  However, then I realized:  who the Hell am I to turn my nose up to anything?  Because I was coddled my whole life, given absolutely everything that I now have, because I did the required reading, because my parents paid for me to go to college, does all of this entitle me to the job of my choice?  I am not entitled to shit, I didn’t do anything of importance to reach this point, It was a goddamn miracle that I was born into these circumstances.  My gift is my current life, the fact that I have a computer to type on, the fact that I can put together a sentence and know that I am making comma splices, and the fact that I don’t care.  I’m going to have to be okay with having a shitty job, in fact, I should probably have to for all that I have received.  I should have to fucking pick strawberries all day.  I just feel like what I have is not fair when compared to other people who work 10 times harder than me.  This is probably just middle-class guilt, and this is probably me thinking that “letting it out” on my blog will help me feel better about getting in the car my parents paid for and driving to the university that I go to because they pay for it (combined with the scholarship money I get for doing standard achievement in the public school system, but in a well-off district with adequate funding).  I just feel like I have no room to bitch about it, and when I take a second and step out of myself and see how entitled I have become, I just feel like a whiny piece of shit.  I’m going to do whatever.  I’ll be okay.

 you deserve a great job