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He can't say it was some great epiphany. There was no near death experience, no one asked him if he was happy and he immediately and suddenly realized he wasn't.
He wasn't even miserable, really. He knew what miserable felt like. This was more... discontent. Bored. He woke up bored, went to work disinterested, went home tired. It wasn't that his job sucked, either. It definitely wasn't exciting, but it was challenging. He had decent coworkers, even if he'd never taken the time to get to know any of them personally. The pay was good, better than, even, and there was endless potential for growth, advancement, whatever you wanted to call it. He lived in a nice place, good area. It just wasn't satisfying.
He still had no explanation for it. And he didn't feel like any huge weight had been lifted when he walked in and quit, it was a mere five minutes of relief before he could hear his mother in his head, shrilly asking how he was going to pay rent now, how he'd afford food, and a million other things.
Valid questions, of course. Valid, worrying questions.
But he'd managed. It had taken him a while to figure out what, exactly, he wanted to do now, and it led to many tense conversations with his parents - but what else was new.
No regrets.
He wasn't even miserable, really. He knew what miserable felt like. This was more... discontent. Bored. He woke up bored, went to work disinterested, went home tired. It wasn't that his job sucked, either. It definitely wasn't exciting, but it was challenging. He had decent coworkers, even if he'd never taken the time to get to know any of them personally. The pay was good, better than, even, and there was endless potential for growth, advancement, whatever you wanted to call it. He lived in a nice place, good area. It just wasn't satisfying.
He still had no explanation for it. And he didn't feel like any huge weight had been lifted when he walked in and quit, it was a mere five minutes of relief before he could hear his mother in his head, shrilly asking how he was going to pay rent now, how he'd afford food, and a million other things.
Valid questions, of course. Valid, worrying questions.
But he'd managed. It had taken him a while to figure out what, exactly, he wanted to do now, and it led to many tense conversations with his parents - but what else was new.
No regrets.
