I just wanted to make a comment about this game that I started playing recently called “Papers, Please”. PP (lol) is an unusual game in that rather than sending you on a grand adventure or to kill thousands of hostile zombies, Nazis, or Nazi zombies, you are required to perform the day-to-day work of a border control agent in a fictional communist society. The game requires you to examine the passports and other identification of individuals trying to enter the country; if the individual does not have the required paperwork, or if that paperwork contains falsified information, you are to deny the applicant entry. There are penalties for doing this incorrectly, and the name of the game is attention-to-detail.
Sounds boring right?
WRONG! This game is addictive. I can’t put it down. And I’m amazed that a game that highlights such a mundane task can be so fun. I encourage you to give it a chance.
If you’re one of that rare breed who thinks with their head more than their dick, it’s sometimes better to pretend to be a part of the common rabble. You may think this is a feature that is longed for, but this seems not to be the case as far as I can tell. I’ll go to bed lonely, drunk, and not all that horny, which apparently is a serious problem.
Thank you for your vibes! And yes, I am going after an MBA because neither myself nor the people I want to hire me are satisfied with my bachelor’s degree, and also because I’ve got a nifty assistantship situation that allows me to go to grad school without paying tuition. I’m extremely anxious to get started with school next month because I’ve grown really tired of sitting on my arse just thinking about business administration.
As to your proper ask, the path I see depends largely upon my relationship status following my acquisition of a master’s. If I am still with my current girlfriend, then I imagine I would be working out of Baton Rouge, as she has plans to go to LSU Law after she finishes her undergrad. And I’m confident that that is where she’ll wind up; she’s a brilliant mind with a moving sob-story that I doubt even Ivy-League admissions offices could resist. I am also realizing that this is the first time in my life that I have seriously considered the notion that I might be with the same person for five years. Still beyond LSU, I suppose the sky’s the limit. She shares a similar wanderlust to yours and mine, and only makes plans not to make plans for what to do next. Perhaps the only thing we’ve agreed upon is to be in a city, or at least somewhere that has a Five Guys.
If I’m not in that relationship anymore, that question becomes a little more difficult to answer. I really don’t anticipate finding another significant other while in grad school, and if by the end I’m still single, I guess I could go literally anywhere. Earlier today I saw job postings in marketing for Native Instruments (they make turntables, switchboards, and software for DJs) that would require me to move to London/Berlin, and I could do that.
The bottom line is that the only path I can truly see is me working my way up a corporate ladder to bring in a big salary to fuel big dreams. Thanks for the ask and I hope you are doing well.
Never mistake silence for a lack of emotion.
(I’ve found that many times the fact that I choose not to react to something dramatically has gotten me into trouble. The truth is I am far from apathetic, but I am highly logical and analytical. I’ve mastered the art of saying and expressing what I believe is in my best interests, rather than what I think and feel initially. In my relationship, this has been highly detrimental to me. Sigh.)
Progress happens one funeral at a time.
My grad school is gonna be free, y’all.
In every friendship hearts grow and entwine themselves together, so that the two hearts seem to make only one heart with only a common thought. That is why separation is so painful; it is not so much two hearts separating, but one being torn asunder.