Move, Degree, Girlfriend, Change
I've lived in the same town most of my life. I get that feeling that if
I had gotten my degree I would have so many more options. If you stay
and work at your degree, you will get the option of doing a job where
you fill the niche. People with degrees make jobs to fill with people
with degrees. It is a vicious circle. This town makes me sick. I wonder
if there are any places where this situation will still let me through
the cracks. There is a time coming where there are two kinds of people
in the country. Those with higher education, and those without. The
laws are to favor those with money right now. If you have money, you
get a different ride, and many more options. If you are poor, you are a
number. Well, those with degrees in the great land make more money. You
have to have some one with a degree defend you when you are in trouble.
You have another person with a degree trying to convict you. I'm not
100% sure, but I bet all judges in Texas have a law degree, or some
other applicable degree. They are elected here after all. The vast
majority of Congressman and Senators are lawyers. I bet there are less
than two representatives without degrees. All the Supreme Court
justices have degrees. The president has a degree. They represent
less than 1/5th of the nation's population. One in five adults have a
degree in the U. S.
I need to get over it. I need to either go get a degree, or get on with
my life and stop blaming. Moving won't solve anything. A girlfriend
won't solve anything. a degree won't solve anything. I need to solve
it. I wish I could heed my own advice.
At points like this in peoples lives, they are vulnerable. When some
one is ready for change to happen, sometimes they will take any change.
They might take the first change that comes along. I have to be careful
in this vulnerable time in my life. I might cause myself to loose my
job (God forbid). This is the time people tend to break up with their
loved ones. Some call it a mid-life crisis. I'm 35. I bet I'll hit the
mid-life crisis at about 45 or so.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
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