I am fed up of calling attention. I hate trying to make money this way. I loathe social media and Internet dependency. No matter how hard I try, I am not a business person. I’m nothing but a storyteller in need for an income. My job got me crazy. My attempt to make my own business is getting me crazy. My job search gets nothing but silence and rejection.
But I am a damn good storyteller for damn good story audiences. I know what I’m cut for.
“Greed is good”, said Gordon Gekko. The search for income is making me tolerant to barbarities like this. Unemployment ignites the devil in us. One doesn’t know whether to hate oneself for the incapability of getting a job or the greedy individual one is becoming. Not to mention the hatred for the stupidity of hating oneself.
All thoughts get focused on finding ways to make money. That is particularly frustrating when one does not have the vocation nor the talent for it. Being a responsible problem solver myself, I’m afraid of becoming a fanatic for pennies doomed for unsuccess. An idiotic clown full of bad ideas with the color of money.
This enlightening experience is not turning me into a better human being.