Into every blog, a little bit of emoting about your own personal situation must fall. I try to keep it positive, as if all I do is watch movies and scheme about asexual visibility (actually, this is close to being accurate). But the biggest thing about my life right now is that I'm desperately seeking employment.
I'm convinced that aces have exactly the same issues as everyone else, just in different areas. I used to feel that my friends who were "waiting to be rescued" by men were totally off-base. But now I'm eating my hat, because I'm waiting to be rescued...by a job. Every day, I hope for an act of God (ah, my knight in shining health benefits) that will spirit me away from this torturous process. Raining men? How about raining jobs? And even though I recognize that my life isn't ending, I don't know how to be less frantic about something I percieve as so important. I feel exactly the same way about my job search that some women feel about dating (and probably their job searches as well, which can't be easy): Why is this taking so long? What's wrong with me? Or what am I doing wrong? I want to give up, but I really can't. When Charlotte in Sex and the City says, "I've been dating since I was 15! Where IS he?" I can relate to that infinitely well. You know those "desperate women" who want to be "completed" by men, and you feel kind of sorry and concerned for them? I finally understand them.
Hi, my name is Ily and I'm desperate.
I'll be shyly having crumb cake in the back. Feel free to join me.
My previous job woes can be found here, and also here, because it's fine to talk a topic to death as long as you're aware that you're doing it! (Although I can tell you that unless there's something particularly asexual about my job woes in the future, I will stop talking about them.)