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Job interview today. Which went decidely odd. The woman who interviewed me spoke rather fast and didn't ask very many questions. Especially not the one which I dread hearing (and always hear at every interview).

So. Tell me a little about yourself?

I really despise that question. It's far too difficult to squish a life as complicated as my own into a short and concise thirty second soundbyte.

Would you like to hear about how I was a drug addict in college and that was one of the main reasons why I dropped out?

Or would you like to hear about how I pull my hair out uncontrollably and unconciously?

How about a story of the time I found my father's crystal meth stash when I was ten? And all the unnamed feelings resentment fear disappointment curiousity which arose after that.

Maybe you'd like to hear about the horrid betrayals I've inflicted on those I love and those who have loved me, all because I'm too fucked up too understand that I am indeed capable of being loved.

How about this, I can tell you all about how when I was sixteen I got involved with a guy seven years my senior. And you'll get to listen to all the gritty details of how he lied to me and terrified me and stole my purityinnocencetrust. And about how I've never ONCE felt truly clean since that day.

I could even tell you about I'm afraid that my cat hates me because everytime he comes near me, I have to stick a needle into him.

Or maybe I can even tell you the real reasons why I want to be a mortician.

Well.

She didn't ask that question. And I didn't say those things to her. So, I reckon the interview went fairly well. I don't know.

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