this really shouldn’t be posted here. or maybe it should be private. but what the hell! (i’ll justify it as honesty to the point of embarrassment.)
after a brief and disastrous teaching stint in japan, i returned to canada to find that joblessness “wasn’t just for philosophy majors anymore” (kent brockman, the simpsons). that being said, i have spent the last couple of years drifting in and out of depression, performing under the table / highly illegal “jobs,” working for family and friends, and occasionally playing dungeons and dragons (yes, i play D and D; yes, i worship the devil; no, i do not intend to kill myself when my character gets eaten by the 74 000 year-old draco-lich). [even though, to be fair to philosophy majors, i studied literature!]
o yes. the irony. well, i have recently stopped eating meat. i may go back to it one day; do not get me wrong, i love the taste of death in all of its forms. i have stopped eating meat for health reasons. i was a hardcore vegan in my late teens / early twenties, then decided i liked the taste of meat and vegetables. today, however, i accepted a menial position as a meat clerk at a local grocery store! so not eating meat combined with working as a meat clerk = the nonpareil irony of life!
[ok, ok: maybe your life is more ironic than mine. congratulations! care to share your story? pretty please?]