You would think that with being unemployed, I would have a lot more to say than I do. But I don't have a lot to say about it. I'm not sure why this is. I figured that once I left my old job, I would "let it all out"- either fond recollections or snarky comments about some of my co-workers. But nothing... yet.
Maybe given a little bit of time away some of it will drip out. I think I'm mostly glad to be away. The last several years have been grueling. By implication, I'm for some reason assuming the next several years won't be, but I have no reason to think this.
I'm also a little surprised that I'm not feeling like a failure. I half expected that I would, as if somehow I was personally responsible for the place closing. It's kind of weird that I'm not taking it more personally. Maybe I'm just numb to it all.
I've always been happy to be blind to reality. It's been kind of a life strategy for me (as in- just getting me through life). I guess there's no reason to change a well proven method.
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