Day in the life of an unemployed woman

This is an old post that I forgot to put up. So. Take this as Violet in May, not June.

It's also not finished. #BTS!!!

It’s been a while since I’ve graced you all with another blog post, which I’m sorry for. What can I say? I would tell you I’ve been busy, but that just isn’t true. Well - depends what you mean by busy. I’ve practically moved into pier 3.

today, I was feeling contemplative as per usual. Maybe it’s because I’m reading a patti smith book, or maybe it’s the music I’ve been listening to, but I had my thinking cap on.

I sat there, averting my eyes from the millenials lurking in every corner (don’t you have a job to be getting to?), and wondered when they cut the grass. I’ve been at the piers at almost all hours of the day and night, and I’ve never seen them mow the lawn.

I stopped myself though - I felt too similar to how I imagine the greasy guys in my freshman year english class felt in the warm embrace of Holden Caulfield’s arms. Where do the ducks go?

Celeste and I debated this for some while, but never landed on a solid conclusion.

Returning home, I shielded myself from my family, regressing into my shell like a turtle. I had a sunburn. How embarrassing.

I decided to continue my day of knowledge and enrichment and spent the next hour or so switching between watching XO, Kitty and playing Pokémon go.

I read the headlines of Snapchat “articles,” I’ve learned not to click on them - what’s behind the curtain usually fails to impress. Salt bae had a bad burger, vice has some horror story about drugs (as usual).

I felt tempted to click on vice, not because the clickbait was working on me, but instead a tear welled up in my eye as I thought of their bankruptcy. It almost hit me as hard as the Silicon Valley bank crash.