So…

After a useless internal debate whether to delete or reactivate, I logged into my account. The world went on without me. Crap. I change my profile picture. Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes dissolved to hours. Not a single like. Crap. Wait, why do I even bother? Why am I “seeking approval from strangers”? I hate that I can’t hate it.

Days ago, I read an online article about existential crisis. Lucky me! I have existential crisis! But, what’s new? I already knew it, I just didn’t know it by then. I checked wikiHow if there’s an article about it. Lo and behold! There it is. The step-by-step guide to get out of the muck called existential crisis. I read all through it. Then, what? Am I feeling better? Worst, as a matter of fact.

What do I do now? I quit my job months ago. My parents are sort of nagging me already. But I just can’t help it, you know. My first job taught me everything I need to know except to love a job. I hate subjecting myself to unaware, shallow, mundane organisms called Homo sapiens. Do this, do that, you will be rewarded. Petty! I don’t want money! I don’t want promotions! They can have all of it of they want it so badly.

I read an article on wikiHow about how to rant.

So…