|What We do. (standard:other, 580 words)|
|Author: White Rabbit||Added: Mar 07 2001||Views/Reads: 2194/4||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is something i wrote at 2am procrastinating studying a test. PLEASE READ AND VOTE!!! I NEED INPUT!!|
The walls were a whitewashed pasty color, with the artificial light bouncing back and forth, illuminating the scene. The shadows cast by walking people moved quickly and rigidly, without any grace at all. A naïve young girl walked down the corridor, innocent and expecting the best in life. She was both nervous and excited, off to her first job interview. She stopped outside the door, collecting her wits. Taking a deep breath and pasting her most confident smile on her face, she opened the door and strode in. Still smiling, she told the receptionist her name, then sat on the imported English blue couch, heart pounding. It seemed like ages when the receptionist finally called her name. She glanced at her watch while walking towards the door, and noted that it had been five minutes. Nevertheless, it had been a long five minutes, full of anxiety and anticipation. She went in and sat in the chair across from the interrogator, and waited. After a while, he looked up from his writing, and proceeded to ask her name, experience, and so forth. As the interview continued, she got more and more of an idea that she had no where close to the experience that was required for this position, and got up and left, spirits crushed. This happened to her time and time again, making her a more cynical and wary character. It took the sparkle out of her eyes, the smile off her face. This only made her try harder to accomplish the things society told her to. She saw those around her excel and leave her behind, and she became bitter and withdrawn. She got a minimum wage job at McDonalds, flipping someoneís greasy burger for whom she didnít care at all. Why?? Why couldnít she be happy doing this? Because she was a failure. A failure to herself, to her parents, to the world. Did she really care about what job she had? She wanted to pursue the one thing that made her happy, but her parents were so disappointed that she just couldnít do it. Making the so-called conscientious decision to major in business, she failed miserably because she just didnít care. She didnít care where the fucking money came from or went, and she didnít care what made it or didnít. She dropped the school that her parents had paid so much money for and wandered from friend to friend, until she had none left. She was a failure in everyoneís eyes. At the age of 47, she decided to put herself back in school, and get a degree in education, so that she could be the teacher that her parent had so strongly resented. ďItís not a good job, it doesnít pay well, itís not for educated people.Ē All bullshit, it was all bullshit. She had learned in her painful, drawn-out life that society was bullshit. It didnít make her happy. She got herself through school, and finally became a kindergarten teacher. She was more content, but she thought back on those 30 wasted years, and became more and more miserable, until she withered away and became the shell of the woman she was 30 years ago. She finally died, alone, in her steamy bathtub. Her face was down, with mass of tangled hair floating, in the slightly pink water from the blood of her spurting wrists. No one had recognized what she had done, and how she had sacrificed her life to satisfy society. Tweet
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