/lit/ - Literature

Boyfriend makes over 300k a year.
Obviously I'm not a degenerate garbage person.
I had a normal, simple-person job in academic administration.
I have great tits and am about 110lbs. I cook and clean cause I grew up poor and my mom made me learn all the things to take care of a husband one day because she didn't believe she had the skills to inspire/teach/support me to do as well as I have already, as well as I could if it weren't for coronachan and the dumbest decision to fuck a married guy and fall in love on accident. Like... I'm equipped to do both. I feel like an amazing catch, and am told by my man and people who wish they were my man that I am.

BUT... I can't live my purpose. I don't know who the fuck cares about poetry anymore except for the ultra-stuffy white libtards I went to school with and worked for. Like, I love the idea of academia, but the prospect of going for an M.F.A. or Ph.d. in a field where I'm doomed to claw for an adjunct position or continue working at places like Domino's is enough to want to an hero.

Then, I think about the time it will take for me to learn code (I started with Unix/Linux) well enough to be useful in the gay economy and technocratic hell we live in... Depressing that I could have spent my time learning that all these years (to get a job, I'd have to write code all day for years at this point) instead of humanities which made me brilliant, thoughtful, questioning, aware of history and human nature...

Money/Survival ~ Fulfillment, it's hard to choose which is more important

And why the fuck is it so hard to accept just being a woman? This motherfucker loves me and wants to provide for me. I don't want to accept it at a certain point. It seems unfair that he should have to be the one to provide for everything.

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I have to apoligize, I was thinking of you as a Reddit type atheist. My bad

Also, I've finished No Longer Human. Right now I feel even more pathetic than the main character. I want to read my assignments, but I can't concentrate with all the screeches of carnal ecstasy from upstairs. Already had 3 shots of whiskey and half way through a Camel non-filter. I'm feeling better, but I know its just temporary.

Yesterday's nap lasted longer than I expected. When I woke up it was already dark, so I decided to stay in the dorm and finish my assigned reading from The Illiad. It's good, but I don't understand what makes it so great. I had to sit through an entire chapter where they just name different ships and where they came from. Why is this quality “literature” but my stories keep getting rejected for publication?

Thinking about this depressed me and I lost motivation to read. So I brewed some tea and mixed it with whiskey (this is the pro of having been NEET until Princeton finally accepted me, I'm already 23). I ended up getting too drunk though and passed out without finishing the reading.

I woke up in a panic today but got to class just in time. I don't want to waste my precious time at Princeton, so I try to never be a minute late. In my seminar some pseuds spent the whole time pontificating. You could tell they hadn't done the reading. Typical Chad behavior, thinking they are too good to study. I bet their fathers all bought their ways into this school.

Other than that today has been okay. There aren't any Sorority Sallies at the cafe now, so I can sip my coffee and read in peace. Trying to catch up on yesterday's assigned reading before my afternoon nap. Hopefully I don't oversleep this time.