Definitely, I’ll die from doing office work, just like the Boss. Unfortunately, I don’t fair well in groups because of my deafness and shyness. I know people think I’m a sales clerk. So maybe I could show people stuff and sell it to them, like CD’s of concerts…
But for now, I’ll just stay home and be complacent that the Lawd knows best. After “putting out” for these men, I don’t know what else would happen to me. I’m vulnerable and won’t survive.
My assignment is great. The burden is heavy. My problem is giving answers/meanings to many “thoughts” of assumptions, guesses, speculations. I’ve been warned to stop giving reasons to things I know little to nothing.
I realize that it’s difficult enough trying to “convince” people to awaken and to take notice of the bull-crap of this hellish planet. I’m not succeeding with more stubborn people who refuse to accept other “thoughts” as valid.
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