My Ultimate Failure And Humiliation...

[hantsbear]

I should be writing about the great trip I just returned from in America.  About spending time with Richard and Merlin, two of my long-time bearfriends.  About meeting up with robearal and Phil.  About Barbeque and Botanical Gardens.

But I can’t.

Right now, the future past January looks bleak.  There is no job on the horizon.  I don’t have the right experience or live in the right place to even be interviewed.  I can’t drive – DVLA has told me this on 7 occasions.  The best I can look forward to is some clerical job back at around 30% of the wage I previously earnt.  Selling the house.  Selling off some of my worldly chattels.

Welcome to the real world, I hear you cry.  You’ve been fooling people for too long into thinking you were capable.  Well, they got someone in who realised how incompetent you are, and now you are going to suffer for all those years.  Hell, you could be sleeping under bridges and eating out of soup kitchens next year.  Everybody else you know earns less than you do, so you’ll have to manage.  No more trips across the Atlantic.  See how you like that.  Serve you right for wanting it all.  What is given, can very easily be taken away.  And, buddy, it’s your turn.  You are a lazy good for nothing wastrel who has been found out.

At least, that’s what I feel the world in general is saying to me right now.

Comments

[blackwingbear.livejournal.com]

I've been in that exact same spot, and I know how you feel. All I can say is: WAIT. Within 1 year, that will have turned around. You might be in a different part of the world, doing a job you never believed you would. You might be in the same city, and have met someone wonderful who can help you through this. I don't know how, but just wait... You'll see.

3 years ago I was a different person than I am now. I was almost dead from homelessness, and felt I had been responsible for the deaths of 4 people that I was extremely close to. I was on the verge of killing myself.

Time changes EVERYTHING.

[bigjohnsf.livejournal.com]

We could all start a commune intentional community somewhere and support ourselves by weaving hammocks out of hemp. Do we know someone who has a rickety old English manor house, or a farm in Mendocino County to donate?

So, um, no driving licence? 7 times? Have we been a cheeky boy? Too much feeling the wind in our hair in the countryside in our powder-blue Lotus Elan?

[pirateseasick.livejournal.com]

*BIG HUGS* Even if the world in general would say something like that to you, your friends in specific are here to support you every way we can.

[benpanced.livejournal.com]

Wish I was there to hug you in person. I know that dark feeling all too well.