the lost man chronicles
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let her be
a few minutes ago i was in a team interview for a prospective intern and the inevitable question was asked, “so, what are you looking to do after graduating?” a reasonable question it seemed at the time.
however, there was a sublime moment before it was asked that i had actually dreamed that it would not be.
for not only was this candidate amazingly genuine and humble (she giggled a little and made a few self-deprecating remarks), but she was also well-qualified for the position, and so i thought that the usually pat goads of the inquisition were moot and unnecessary.
alas, this question was asked anyway and i immediately realized, and almost wanted to laugh out loud as it occurred to me, how focused we are as a culture—on the future. almost to the point where, if one does not constantly have a goal in mind that their life teeters on being futile and meaningless. as if.
we begin with school children by asking them “so, zoe-chloe-zack, what do you want to be when you grow up?” and from then on we constantly set goals for our good citizens, essentially until their worth has been exhausted and we rustle them out to pasture where they can wither and retire. moo.
this person and her come-what-may, perky-positive disposition had me pining for more social engineering that trumpeted nonchalance and minimized the whip cracking.