I’m not naive like before. I already feel it coming. They’re not going to hire me, let alone call me back. I’m not wanted. My resume will go in the red pile.
I accept it though. There is a greater calling ahead. I don’t know what it is but I do know what it’s not: being dead behind a desk and thinking I’m so cool because of it. Seeing people as data points (you know who you are, pencil dick)…
In all fairness, I can’t believe I’m so quick to snap like this. I’d be honored to get an interview, to work at a startup I love and see the world through the cloud machines of Silicon Valley. I’m not being sarcastic, either.
But I done been ‘dere, done ‘dat. Seen what I needed to see. Learned what I needed to learn. And it was a very, very expensive education.
Here’s the sense of where I’m meant to head next:
- Self-employed income while I see some part of the world with the family.
- Build a successful business after we settle down for several years.
- Public service.
In other words: I will follow my heart and let my mind work out the details.
To the average and above-average Valley entrepreneur, I’m a idiotic fool who can never be taken seriously. And until I can break out of this prison, they have every right to feel that way because they’re wildly successful and I am some dude with four kids who’s isolated in Hawaii…and the bitter middle-aged asshole who can’ stop ranting about his sorry little “heyday” in San Francisco.
And even if I do break out of the prison, they’re still not going to care.
Because I know and accept this without shame or remorse, I’m more than ready to move on and face the howling wind in my face. At least this way I can’t hear anyone behind me. Plus I get to write what I want!