Esti Ginzburg
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Hi guys,
So I just found out today that, due to company reshuffling, I’m going to be out of my current job at the end of May.
As we are moving very soon within the next two months or so, plus all other living expenses and whatnot, finances are going to be pretty tight on my end.
I hate…
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The guy on the left is Robert Mailer, but who cares! Photo by Nathaniel Golberg
Those from the outside looking in think I don’t feel anything, but it’s times like this that I know I am drowning in emotions. I wonder where they all go when I die.
It’s been 7 months since you’ve passed. I told myself I would make more of an effort to see my friends, but so far I haven’t really tried. There’s not a day that goes by that your name doesn’t pop in my head. Sometimes it just comes and goes. But other times, like yesterday, it made me sink into sorrow again.
Today, my coworker (who has been annoying me for while now) implied that the main reason he talks to me and wants to hang out with me is because he thinks I’m pretty. This sounds like a compliment at first, but it’s apparently my only redeeming quality. He constantly criticizes my personality for being boring and gets frustrated when I’m unresponsive toward him or when I don’t engage with him.
I owe him nothing. I don’t have to entertain him or shower him with attention. I’m just being myself and that’s OK. The most annoying thing about this whole situation is that I even have to give myself this pep talk.
"We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing."
- Charles Bukowski
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."
- Intentions by Oscar Wilde
