This is the sort of thing that should give me hope. But I'm afraid hope is facing an uphill battle around here these days. There's just too much experience to go around.
Experience tells me that I can't get a job that's not a crappy temp job.
Experience tells me that any man I become interested in will, sooner or even painfully later, come to the conclusion that I am friend material and nothing more.
Experience is a bitch.
Experience tells me it's pointless to try.
Experience keeps me up nights.
Experience is due to lose a round, one would think.
I keep waiting and it keeps not happening.
I don't need a pep talk.
I don't need booze or ice cream.
I need a job.
I need something good to happen.
I need experience, just once, to be wrong.
Or at the very least, to shut up long enough to let me get some sleep.