After all these years, I still have no idea what I'm doing

The Whale Cut-up

Growing grim about the mouth; whenever the circulation. Whenever the circulation. Whenever I find myself it is a damp, drizzly November is a way I have of time to get to sea as driving off the spleen and regulating but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or nothing particular to interest me on whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it soon as I can. As I can. This is hats off—then, I account it high Call me Ishmael. Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never in my soul; whenever I find other, cherish very nearly the same requires a strong moral principle to the street, and methodically knocking people’s shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the no money in my purse, and and bringing up the rear of mind how long precisely—having little or myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, With a philosophical flourish Cato throws my substitute for pistol and ball. Pistol and ball. Every funeral I meet; and especially prevent me from deliberately stepping into watery part of the world. Of the world. It nothing surprising in this. Surprising in this. If they himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. To the ship. There is.

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Master of None; or, A Fool and His Money

All of his energy goes into working a job for a regular paycheck. It's nice to have things (food, shelter, transportation, stuff), but the older he gets, the harder it is to maintain the hobbies and passions that offer some meaning to the existence — the things that stoke the creative, enlivening fire.

He often wonders if he made a mistake going to school for fine arts and letters. Perhaps it would have been best to use that time to become a businessman of some type. Doubtful, though, that decision would have been any better: no, he probably would have killed himself. Thing is, he never really wanted anything to do with making money, even though it is necessary to live the life modern. Or whatever. He never wanted to live in a cave in the middle of nowhere, either.

Over time, he's become obsessed with The Paycheck™. Soon as he gets it, he spends it on bills, gas, groceries, the occasional book or odd amusement. This time, he bought an incense burner for his car. Drunken online shopping seldom brings lasting happiness; but now, at least, he has an incense burner for his car.

Like every other life decision he's made thus far: it made sense at the time.