Wolves don’t lose sleep over the opinions of sheep.
I’m 23 and have thus far successfully stayed away from “socmed” (sohsh-meed). Because fuck you for selling my data. But the need to send my insignificant opinions out into the vast space that comprises the internet circumvents all of that.
I’m pretty sure I just landed my dream job. I mean, I got the job, pretty sure it’s going to be fucking awesome. Debugging your javascript? Sure. The closer to the code I am, the happier I’ll be. Engineering position? Yes please.
I read this article the other day, well, I read a few articles, about women at startups. The fucked up thing was that these articles were focused exclusively on superficial things- what they wear to work, how they cope with stress, blah blah fucking blah. Not once did I see a decent profile of a true, hardcore programmer (fuck your UX/ UI design bullshit) with a vagina. Damn. This is what I’ve gotten myself into.
My dad always said I had a habit of taking the path less traveled, screwing myself into thinking the hard way was the only way. This became evident when I moved to California on a whim, with no previous experience in the state at all. Even more evident when I became a fairly successful artist at 20. Maybe eventually, I’ll develop a sense of pride in that. All it says to me right now is that people aren’t trying hard enough.
