So I just applied for a job for the first time. Strange experience. Not scary necessarily, moreso depressing. On the one hand I almost hope that I don't make it, but then I think logically and I remember that I'd have to look for a job that suits me even less if I don't get hired here. At least it wouldn't be that bad if I got a job at the thrift store where I applied. I guess we all grow up. I don't know if that's sad or good. Doc says it's good, but I guess that's also her job, to make me feel like I have something to live for. I talk to her again tomorrow. For the weekly sessions, you know? She told me to first focus on securing a job and then worrying about other things for the future. I guess she's right. I'm not much of a person at the moment, but I hope she'll at least be relieved to hear that I've been making steps. Progress, and all that.
Even a little mouse grows up.
Even a little mouse grows up.