I\’m not asking you to read this

I long for a job that doesn’t resent my faith.

But that just shows I am a Millennial, thinking the answer to all the world’s problems is my own personal holiness. Who, besides the CLM taught me that, I wonder? I have no answers now.

But, it would be great to not have to think of the big things.

I can’t control my mind, my thoughts, which scares me so I just prefer to turn it off. PTSD. And then complain about the mindlessness of my work.

You know, good things happen in my life. I just dont write about them here.

To read this, you’d think that my life is a hellhole.

Truth is, I only write here when I’m going through hell.

One simply cannot post how much one hates one’s job on Facebook when one is friends with all 6 of one’s office mates and another 6 coworkers from another office.

And if one must cater each post to an audience that knows one personally, one must be careful to not expect other people to solve one’s problems, not to expect other people to respond to one’s summons each time.

That is why people journal. I have three journals: one for travel, one for writing in when in front of the Blessed Sacrament, and this -for when no one must see what I am thinking.

Why people with acid reflux shouldn’t drink away the fact that they suck at their jobs:

Heartburn will plague them all day at work the next day -and maybe the day after.

I had something pithily despondent to say, and I forgot it in the long process of trying to remember my password and eventually resetting it.