Yes, I’m blockquoting an inner monologue.

It’s not that I want to kill MYself.

Just my WORK self.

I mean, I’m quite enamored with who I am, but frankly, this whole Big Boy Job™ is getting to be a little too much for a Gen Y. Aren’t I supposed to get cookies just for showing up? Talk a big game but not be the one ‘doing’ this big game. I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and dog gone it… something… something?

Weighing all of the options like “being an adult” or “sucking it up”, it really seems like killing my work self would be where I’m at. I’d like to just go out in a blaze of glory— no harm, no foul. Just pfft… dead and maybe start over somewhere, like Maui.

A memorial would be nice… but I’m not picky.