I just saw a CV online of a guy who won a medal in mathematics - he can't get a job either. Looked for my old Snes in the loft there. I found some old school notebooks. They suggest the rut is at least 11 years long and growing.
I wonder when I gave up on myself? Some time during the 90s I think?
Hmph, that'll pop up on wefeelfine.com and grand if it does. My namesakes have take top spot on google so anonymity is assured. At the very least, whining and moaning appears to be an amicable way to pass the time. Thankfully, cheering me up is remarkably easy.
Are we free? Or are we shackled to our ties that bind? Family, friends, work... It all adds up to a life where we make a lot of decisions. These decisions can seem insignificant when made, but they often turn out to influence more than we initially realise. Our Free Will allows us to make these decisions. But what if we didn't have Our Free Will? Someone else would have to decide... Could you?
