And then comes the moment when you're doing something for so long the made purpose of the course is to prove a point you've drawn before only in theory.
My stay here at the office has been all I needed it to be: a money-making gig. But I won't deny its queer gifts. An object of my affection and desire, and therefore my literature, and the precise affirmation of the concept itself: Life sucks, but I'm cool.
I will leave this work. This is an authentic announcement. I must admit that this, for me, is a happy place, making it the very space where I get hurt most and often, and easily.
There should be shame in this weakness perpetually practiced: It's more convenient to get mad and fight than reason and compromise.
It is hardest to reason and reason well. It's nothing short of telling a plausible story.