Thinking About Shit

When you post your software engineering resume, containing your computer science education on some bs job site like Monster

Interviewer: -Asks me a technical question- Me: “My heart rate is 115 and I forgot everything”

If you are telling me NOW how important protests are, especially after the Women's March; and you are one of those who codemned voting for a third party as a "protest vote". You don't support the right to protest.

Autonomy isn't for me. I was programmed a long time ago to think for myself. The fact that I can consider being autonomous is a facade. Its a charming facade that I rather enjoy; but I know that it is unlikely that I ever thought a unique thought.

I nearly didn’t start this blog because I will never be the best writer. I nearly didn’t apply for the job because I know I’m not the best programmer. I nearly didn’t get out of bed because I’m afraid the day will bring me failure. I’m starting to realize that it doesn’t matter. I’m starting to realize that I’m not incompetent. I am starting to feel pride in whatever I do; because whether or not I fail, I got out of bed, and I got that interview, and I started this blog.

Life is a peanut butter and Nutella sandwich. You can choose to be like everyone else and use creamy peanut butter. A daring few use crunchy peanut butter. Me? I use a 4 pound tub of extra crunchy.