10 hours ago
Sunday, July 5, 2009
After leaving a highly-paid job, giving away money I don't really need, and selling/donating most of my worldly possessions, I have come to a place in my life where meaningful clarity is attainable. I still have a long way to go but as of now there are certain things that are crystal clear:
FUCK people who claim to garner even an ounce of happiness from purchasing yet another “thing” they don't really need, EVEN AS they head out to a job they actively despise JUST SO that they can have the cash (or credit?) to purchase that very “thing” in the first place.
FUCK business suits, conference calls, billable hours, and making partner.
FUCK people who measure their self-worth by the size of their house, the make of their car, how far they have climbed the corporate ladder, the schools they attended, the restaurants they frequent and/or the people “they know.” These poor, insecure assholes are living in a dreamworld with shaky foundations, their lives ever-dependent on how they measure up against every other poor, insecure asshole in their sad little world of pretentious make-believe.
FUCK having 2 weeks of vacation a year.
FUCK the adrenaline rush you get when you answer a partner's question at 11:00 pm via Blackberry.
FUCK people who can't wait to tell you how late they worked the night before.
FUCK money. Seriously.
FUCK chicks that are suddenly more open to banging you once they realize you have money.
FUCK dudes who are suddenly more respectful when they realize that you attended Harvard Law School.
FUCK office politics, gossipy associates and awkward conversations with senior partners at firm functions.
FUCK having a house so large that you are forced to hire a cleaning person. If you think about it, you are pretty much FUCKED because you don't have the time to clean the place yourself BECAUSE you are working 80 hours a week in order to afford that large house in the first place.
FUCK that horrible feeling you get on Sunday when you know that you have to start all that office bullshit again on Monday.
FUCK that horrible feeling you get on Saturday when you know you have to work on Sunday.
FUCK me for having taken so long to figure it all out.
[Reflections introductory post]