/lit/ - Literature

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>age
27
>current book
Judges (as in the 7th book of the Hebrew Bible)
>how you’re holding up
I'm currently at a loss as to what to write.
The last few sessions I was able to use shock value and edge to produce something of significance (as in it got views and comments that I liked even if all of them weren't exactly positive).
I was also a bit annoyed today when an elderly coworker told me about her near-millionaire grandson-in-law who went to the same university as me yet she believes is a genius while I'm simply making a living balancing a daily ledger because I'm too mentally ill to hold myself to any standard higher than just getting by. Also another coworker laughed when I mentioned I didn't carry any dependents on my work insurance because I didn't have a spouse.
Then I think to myself that none of that societal shit matters, that I'm content enough with my existence, that every supposed sadness I encounter is simply because of others imposing their ridiculous rules upon me. And then I think about how I'm exactly the same as them in their eyes.
Maybe I need a penpal, I think that might foster an actual friendship but then again I don't think I could handle having a friend, I hate responsibility.

I'm learning all of math from the beginning.
I guess I never really understood arithmetic until now, but things feel slow-going. I feel like a retard writing about fucking division but here I am.