onepissedoffcancer:

I REALLY DON’T SEE WHAT IT MATTERS. CAN’T WE ALL JUST LIVE OUR LIVES AND GET OVER OURSELVES LONG ENOUGH TO SAY, “WHOA, FUCK MAN, I JUST TALKED TO MYSELF.” BECAUSE REALLY, HOW MANY PEOPLE CAN SAY THAT THEY’VE HAD THE PRIVILEGE TO TALK TO ANOTHER VERSION OF THEMSELVES?

WE’LL FIND OUT. SINCE THINGS ARE GOING DOWN THE SHITHOLE, I’M MORE CONCERNED ON HOW THINGS WILL WORK OUT RIGHT NOW. I REALLY DON’T WANT TO LEAVE SCHOOL, BUT.. UGH.

IF YOU’RE GOING FOR THAT LONG, YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE HIRED THE SECOND YOU GET OUT. SERIOUSLY. IF YOU’RE PUTTING THIS MUCH TIME INTO A CAREER, THE JOB MARKET WILL NOTICE AND SNATCH YOU UP. 

It quickly becomes meaningless with this vacuous barathrum of a website, where everyone seems to be preoccupied with making friends with millions of iterations of their alternates.  I’m more than satisfied to stay close to my own brother and my own friends, even if it’s nice to be able to acquaint oneself amicably with others.

Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m wishing you the best of luck.

My own situation isn’t nearly as clear.  Even the highest grades can’t allow others to turn a blind eye—heh—at my most obvious limitation.  People aren’t exactly chomping at the bit to have a blind doctor treat them.