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Why must we be defined by our jobs?

I hate that one of the first questions people ask when you first start getting to know them is “What do you do?“ I get that it’s just a piece of polite conversational fluff (something I already have a very low tolerance for) but it’s so frustrating to me that from the moment I meet someone I’m being reduced to my job. I want to respond: “What do I do? I get up everyday, shower, brush my teeth, eat breakfast, and try to endure another day of hell in this nightmare realm we call a society. I spend about eight hours or more doing something I don’t want to do for money that’s not enough to support me. I don’t get to have any real fun because my energy is constantly sapped by the mental (not to say physical) effort that it requires. Also, fun costs money, and did I…


I hate that one of the first questions people ask when you first start getting to know them is “What do you do?“ I get that it’s just a piece of polite conversational fluff (something I already have a very low tolerance for) but it’s so frustrating to me that from the moment I meet someone I’m being reduced to my job. I want to respond: “What do I do? I get up everyday, shower, brush my teeth, eat breakfast, and try to endure another day of hell in this nightmare realm we call a society. I spend about eight hours or more doing something I don’t want to do for money that’s not enough to support me. I don’t get to have any real fun because my energy is constantly sapped by the mental (not to say physical) effort that it requires. Also, fun costs money, and did I mention how I don’t have much of that?“ I feel like that’s the only honest way to answer that question. But people don’t like honesty. They like bullshit.

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