As well as losing my relationship I had to give up my job.
I don’t want to turn this into a pity post. I really am fairly happy given the collective circumstances.
We forgot how much our job defines us. Sometimes I think we would even hate to admit that the sum of our existence is often our employment. It is what other people measure us by often even if we don’t feel that way ourselves.
Think about the questions people ask us and the order in which they do.
What’s your name?
How old are you?
What do you do?
Very often even that middle one is left out (politeness or the situation) & replaced with:
What brings you here?
Perhaps a variation of that but you get my point right? Now as much as we like to think that people are asking because they are making a polite conversation. The answer to the last question can often make us feel of little value to the person asking the question (in the eyes of some the answer “student” is often worse).
I have been in a situation where I have seen that look in a persons eyes as I am sure most of us have. I dropped out of my education midway through a degree and I don’t regret it. I am often complimented as being intelligent, & when I can recover from flinching at this compliment, I then feel more anger towards those who have judged me on my choice of employment.
We all have to start somewhere in the world of work even if we have degrees, masters or PHD’s. Every occupation has a first rung on the ladder. Maybe we sometimes forget this? I think we also forget that not everyone can be a doctor or a lawyer & the world would grind to a halt if we were.
Most of the internet was built by teenagers in bedrooms in one way or another. I can’t imagine anyone looked down at Mark Zuckerberg at a party recently.