The Great Educational System Failure

My head is an empty vacuum right now. I literally cannot think of anything to write.

Oh wait, here we go:

Yesterday I was asked three times what I wanted to "do" with my English degree. Now, this is not the first, nor will it be the last time I've heard this irritating and all around fucking retarded question. Well, here's the answer: I don't know, but probably nothing that has to do with English, so leave me the fuck alone.

What? Not what you wanted to hear? Sorry, let me rephrase that: "Oh, I'd just love to be a teacher and have to come into work everyday for about 10 bucks an hour and listen to stupid fucking snot-nosed brats talk while I'm trying to talk all day." Or would you prefer: "It'd be really great if I could be a writer and probably end up living on the streets and eating banana peels!"

Sure, it's harsh, but seriously... why do you care anyway? It's not like knowing what I want to do with my life is going to benefit your life, or what you're going to do with it in any way whatsoever.

So here's what asking this question really means:

Either, you're pretending to be interested in my life, but don't really care, or you are trying desperately to live vicariously through a younger, more interesting (and let's face it, more handsome) person than you are or will ever be.

Really people, let's be honest America: How many of you people hate your job? Hate your neighbors? Hate your country and it's politics? Hate your life even?

Yeah, that's what I thought. So excuse me if I don't feel like setting myself up for failure by shoving myself towards a specific vocation and thereby being forced to stick with a monotonous job where I would rather have my tongue nailed to a table (to quote George of the Jungle), than go on another minute doing bullshit just to sustain myself.

I mean, can't we be content with simply being alive? Why do I have to plan every detail of my life in advance? God has taken care of me thus far, and I see no reason for him to stop doing so. I'm a good person, I work hard, I have morals and values just like everybody else. The only difference is that I don't really give a flying fuck what I end up doing, as long as I'm happy.

I just want you to know that I am not interested in running this fucking rat race we call life. I have no desire nor motivation to work a 9 to 5 like all of you sorry-ass, depressed, run-down, no personality stiffs who ask me this question.

In retrospect, this rant seems really unorganized and out-there, but I got my point across and that's all I care about.

Screw it, I'm moving to Amsterdam.

For those of you who agree with me, I'd love to hear your thoughts on what true happiness is, and for those of you who disagree.... well I couldn't give a shit anyway so don't bug me with your comments.

Thought of the day: Morel Orel is way more depressing than it is funny. Think that over Adult Swim.