I don't think that's me. I was reading a job ad and when I read that they wanted someone passionate I imagined myself sitting in an interview and being asked the question, "What are you passionate about?" and I couldn't answer the question. Normally in these imaginary conversations in my head I'm formatting an answer before the question even comes up but today I drew a blank. Am I so jaded that I'm not passionate about anything anymore? I have so many things to do that I don't have time to be passionate about any one thing. I'm trying to put a little time into a lot of things and just break even. Maybe that's why I'm having so much trouble finding a job: I don't have one thing that I love anymore. Fuck. I guess I need to trim down some of the things I'm doing.
I'm not sure why I feel compelled to write my thoughts down where someone else can read them other than the narcissistic pleasure of ego masturbation. Since no one will ever actually read any of this none of it actually matters and it will serve more as a depressant than the creative outlet I intend it to be, but this time I'll just keep writing anyway. Promise.