You know what I like the most?
 

No, not cakefarts.

What I like the most is the fact that I've been stupid/absent minded enough to continue to work in positions/companies that offer zero advancement options that I give the tiniest shit about about. I look for jobs on all the major websites, craigslist, and local newspapers. I'm not qualified for shit and what I am qualified for (which is next to nothing) sounds boring as fuck. I like it. It's fucking awesome. Feeling stuck is so comforting. I wanna stay this way for the rest of my life. I'm hoping to avoid any sort of job that challenges me or is rewarding on any level. If I accidentally get such a job, that would certainly shatter the shithouse I've built for myself over the past few years. I woudln't know that to do with myself. I might even find a reason to exist and thrive. What a mindfuck that would be.

CakeFarts - Know what I like the most?

Ninjaface I think you should move somewhere in the Caribbean and be a bartender.

That actually sounds like a good gig. Live in an awesome place, get people drunk, probably make OK money, hook up with lots of random tourists.

I'lll move to fiji and addict myself to kava. I should be fine, them.

Most people don't find their job fulfilling. Maybe what you need is a hobby that's important to you. Something that excites you, has meaning, and gives you a sense of purpose.

At times in my life, I've thought it has seemed interesting to just pack up and leave, even if by foot. Just wander the world getting by day to day. Call it being a "bum". Who cares, as long as you're happier than you were before, or at the very least, feel more "alive". (0)

Actually, I've thought about that in the past. Live like a bum for a month or so, just to see what its like. I still think it might be fun.

And most people are are "motivated" by your terrible attitude.

Just because most people don't like their job doesn't mean you can't find one that you like.

The fact that some do means it's possible.

you're an inspiration to us all, GWB.

I would like to apologize to everyone for my terrible attitude.

Fuck you and the terrible attitude you rode in on. Obviously all of us are happy with our jobs and find great fulfillment in them, hobbies are for old men who don't have jobs anymore and spend their time hiding in the basement away from their whorish sagging twatted wives.

I had friends who would do this for a few days at a time. they called it 'urban camping' and always had good stories when they came back.

care to elaborate?

an old roommate dated a girl who introduced us to the idea. they'd pack light, clothes and a sleeping bag. drive to south bend, take the train to chicago and bum around until they either tired of it or were in danger of not having enough money left to take the train back. his girlfriend was always adamant about leaving id, credit cards, cell phone, etc behind.

not quite the same thing, but I also had a friend who got booted from his apartment in bloomington and lived in a u-store it for a couple months.

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LOL that is quality.

I met a guy in college that didn't have a place to live his senior year so just bummed around to friends houses one night at a time, or stayed all night "working on a project" in one of the tcomm labs, all of his possessions were in one bag, and he wore a suit every day. His name was Eric Alexander, and he was a Tcomm major.

A regular Siddhartha.