I have just come to the realization that I am a bum. I do not take well to the life of a bum. Bums can feel okay sitting around all day, watching tv, eating convenience food, and accomplishing as little as possible. Like a bum, I engage in all of these activities on a (now) daily basis. Unlike a bum, I am not okay with this.
Unfortunately, getting out of this state requires me to step out and place myself into the new and slightly more unfriendly realm of “rejected”. Not only that, but I will not solely be rejected, I will be a rejected bum. I have had a job posting that I’m probably mostly qualified for sitting here for 2 days, and I still haven’t applied, because I’m just that terrified of becoming “rejected bum” instead of the prefixless and more ordinary form of bum.
I seem to have lost any and all motivation that I thought I once had. It is not a good thing.