I went for an interview today which went ok. I came out feeling pretty drained, wondering if I'd just woken up from a dream. Maybe it's my messed up short-term memory or maybe my brain just enjoys replaying memories over and over again until things get blurry and I start to wonder if what just happened really happened. Anyhoo, I was left with the strangest sensation in my skull, like as if something possibly life-changing had just happened (then again, isn't everything life-changing?). I was left with the strangest feeling. During the interview, the panel of interviewers kept trying to find out what my "passion" was or what I felt "passionate" about. But what exactly is my "passion" and what do I feel "passionate" about?? How can I answer them intelligibly when i myself don't know the answer to that. It's almost as if this interview was to serve as some sort of psychoanalysis session, one that I hardly think I need nor care for. These days, I just want to live safely and not have my mind expanded anymore than it needs to be. I just want a job. Not to walk out of the room feeling like an absolute fool for not knowing what my "passion" in life is. I'm a work in progress, a regular mess. As Moose Girl and I agreed yesterday, "Extraction is the Best Action."

Choonage: Sonic Youth - No Queen Blues