The Writer Looks for A Job But Just Ends Up Writing More

Who even knows, you know? An opening line like that portends an existential rambling, or perhaps a commentary on the certitude of this culture, where everyone is yelling over their own insecurities to make sure you know one thing and one thing only: They know. But the fact that we don't know has some varying impacts. Some people double down on what they think they know, clinging to it like a life raft on a stormy ocean. Others double down on the reality that we can't know, and so why bother searching? And some just don't care about knowing in the altogether. When it comes to making big life decisions, I often turn to the mystical in hopes to turn my fear and uncertainty into confidence and universal sanction. I may not look to astrology or other tangential means, but I will enthusiastically look for coincidences that feel predetermined, so obscure in their own right that their arrival is meant to tell me something. My friends and I jokingly refer to these moments as ESP (Extrasensory…