The Existential Diaries
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  • Reads 433
  • Votes 45
  • Parts 33
  • Time 4h 29m
Ongoing, First published Mar 01, 2022
Every life is extraordinary if you make the effort to scratch beneath the surface and see what's there, how it got to be the way it is and where it's going. These posts are my means of externalising and codifying parts of my life and thoughts in an effort to reflect. Sometimes it gets heavy, sometimes it's light. Sometimes I want to write about holidays while other times I'm thinking about my missing socks. It's a real mixed bag (so far), but I'm pretty certain that there will be things that you can relate to if you take the time to read a post or two.

The posts are in no particular order and vary greatly, so if you're curious, take a chance and dive into something that tickles your fancy.

Enjoy!
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The Working Life

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Ugh! Work! Yeah, I know. Who likes working? You know unless you have your dream job or something. Yeah, I don't. Not yet anyway. But I presume this not-journal to be way less dramatic and funny. I don't see myself finding friends like I did in school and university. Even if I do get friends, they're gonna be grown-ups. Eww! And yes, I'm well aware I'm a grown up too. But even though I look like I'm twenty-one, my mind works like an eight-year-old. FYI, I'm older than twenty-one, so... Okay, job not-journal, here we go!