On the train home after a job interview I realized that something is missing. I came off as the most boring person on earth. When asked what else I like to do - I was shell shocked. Did I talk about the books I'm reading from other cultures? Did I talk about walking with my friend discussing the world at large? Did I mention I was a goldsmith? Did I mention my save NY work from economic collapse or that I knit? No. I said I like to work. And I went dark.
It was a job I really wanted. Something is happening to me in the burbs. I'm dying.