My family keeps asking me when I'm going to get a real job. I usually ask them what they mean by "real job," because as far as I'm concerned, a job is a job. Then they'll go on about how I need a job that pays well and gives me benefits and an opportunity for advancement. While I don't necessarily disagree with them, I just think most jobs are boring and will be a waste of my life.

Okay, that'll probably make me sound elitist and snooty, but I want more out of life than a house, a backyard, and two weeks paid vacation. I don't want to live as a fucking drone for some corporation who'll chew me up and spit me out in the end. I just want to be happy, for fuck's sake. Am I happy now? No, I'm not. Would I be happy if I worked at some corporation making a nice penny and being able to go out at night and eat out? Maybe, but I highly doubt it. How would I obtain happiness if I dread waking up every morning?

I think my main problem is that I never fit in, and I don't think I should have to. I have strong opinions and usually stick by them. If everyone thinks The Office is so fucking funny and I think it sucks*, I'll say it. I won't watch it because everyone else does. This has been a consistent problem ever since I was in high school. My ability to just go with the flow is zilch. I just can't see myself mingling with business executives and office types. It's not that I think I'm better than them; I just don't want to be them. I couldn't care less about the Yankees; I have no desire to be head of such-and-such LLC; I couldn't give two shits what so-and-so is wearing. Laura came in 10 minutes late? Big whoop. Dan likes to sleep in his cubicle? I don't blame him. Jackie is fucking the manager? Well, at least someone is getting laid around here. I can't do it. I have more important things to think about, sorry.

Does this mean I'm heading for a life of failure? Hopefully not. I have goals and aspirations; I really do. I just don't know how to obtain them. And since everyone else seems to only want to be another corporate drone, they can't help me. They don't understand what I want for my future because we can't see eye to eye when it comes to the future. Honestly, a house and backyard would be nice, but so would traveling the world and learning new things from different kinds of people. Having a nice car would make driving less shitty, but I'd much rather commute to a destination other than the office to hear the petty bullshit of customers and fellow co-workers.

I know there are good and interesting people who work at corporations. However, I just don't want what they have, and I wish they understood that instead of just writing me off as a loser. But I'm used to it. I'm not exactly proud of it, but used to it. Fuck it, I'll just have to figure it out on my own. That's what usually happens.

Thank you for sitting through my petty bullshit.

Maybe it's my inherent sense of entitlement because I'm a member of Generation Y...

*Actually, I do think it's a pretty funny show, or at least the few episodes I saw were funny. Don't ask me which ones because I don't remember.