guys, my therapist likes to butter me up by constantly comparing me to the “smartest client she’s ever worked with”

she loves to tell me how he went to cornell & did his post-grad at harvard, but here’s the thing: he’s 56, lives alone & waits tables at a diner

now tell me: what, on gods green earth, am i supposed to do with this information?

yappin in /midwits & creating idle rpg /animarising

I wait tables because I make more in tips than a company would pay me to use my college degree. Entry level jobs don’t pay enough for people to survive.