As a random Reddit post that I once clicked on read:
“I simply do not dream of labor”
And it’s damn true. Over the myriad of various jobs I’ve applied to, held, and ultimately quit over my life, I have genuinely had, at the very least, a mild dislike for all of them.
“But Rowland!” I can hear you saying, “That’s life! Everyone has to work! Everyone has to do things they don’t necessarily want to!”
I’ll agree with you there, I’m not so naïve to think that life is devoid of any unpleasantness or suffering. The issue I have is with the horrifically perpetuated notion of the dream job.
From the time we’re beginning high school, we are primed to begin categorizing our lives into neat boxes that we can check off on census forms. Doctor, engineer, construction worker, teacher. We’re asked in our college applications to describe our aspirations, and how and why we are the squeaky clean, genius, cancer-curing candidate that said institution will so lovingly allow you to pay hundreds of thousands of dollars. Then, once in college, we are expected to learn the ins and outs of the job market, how to land a position in whatever industry we’ve chosen, and make money and become a productive member of society.
