Tuesday, June 12, 2012

A Gentleman Is Never a Soulless Drone

Dear Gentlemen,
I feel like I am a soulless drone being forced through a meaningless life. I make $65,000 working in an office where we produce something related to the financial industry. Whatever. Any advice?

Forlorn in Frankfort

Dear Forlorn,
Your whining disgusts us. Gentlemen don't whine. Not ever.

You are an adult, earn an adult wage, and are responsible for your own happiness. Mommy and daddy can't help you anymore. That means whining is out too.

As gentlemen say among other gentlemen: You have to do whatever you need to do to keep your dick up. That, more than your office-related mumbling and shuffling, is your real job.

Stay interested. If that means collecting butterflies, or dressing up in leather, or trying out for the Philadelphia Eagles, then do it. Find it and chase it hard. Meaning in life is something that you create through effort, not something handed to you by the guidance counselor you imagine runs the universe.

In sum: Suck it up and hop to it.

Not With a Whimper But a Bang,
The Gentlemen

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