Re: How’s Life?
Hi, it’s me. Your inner voice. We haven’t spoken in a while; just wanted to catch up.
Heard you’re at community college now. That’s great. How’s that degree coming along?
A part-time job? In this economy? Lucky you. This time next year you’ll have been replaced by an automated system.
Hey, congrats on barely passing those three-unit classes your parents are paying for, by the way. The struggle is real.
Did I forget to mention you’re an adult now?
Speaking of, you know that weird pain in that one spot you woke up with one morning that just never really went away? Yeah, it’s terminal.
Not that it would really make a difference, anyway. It’s not like your obituary’s gonna be a New York Times Bestseller, if you get my drift.
I have it on good authority (me) that none of what you’ve done so far matters.
This isn’t “a low,” this is life.
Mum and dad are very proud of you, kiddo.
Tomorrow will be worse than yesterday, and nothing will ever change.
You can’t succeed, you won’t succeed, and you might as well be called Murphy because everything that can go wrong will go wrong.
I’m not gonna bother getting into specifics because we both know the possibility of horror is enough to dread.
Also I’m lazy.
So yeah, keep on keeping on. You’re everything you wanted to be and more.
Oh, and one last thing to keep in mind:
Don’t ever listen to me.