If I could get paid to remember mistakes i didn't have to make Talk with a room full of unknown people made less strange by confessions of a well intentioned voicebox at a drive through friendsteraunt I would cook when moved to Make drinks when it felt necessary or joyous I would not open my home to everyone but to many interested in the books hoarded and arranged by passion Stories casually plated and designed for sharing Most of what i would do if i had the perfect job is what i do now but i would be paid more than survival rates without having to beg crowdsource Online petition for validation unearned People would come because it was better than solitude or even public entertainment And sometimes it would even move I do not need to be home to be comfortable In many ways my perfect job is every job i've ever had assembled into the occupation of shared passion Ugh enough about passion and joy So unlike this rolled eye of comradery This burst sniff of unbelievable i aim at those whose strangeness i wish to stay foreign I would be content to be just like me right now with a bigger audience And really all i should have to do is apply myself as though i were a grant and not for granted But i do not submit unless asked nicely I do not pay fees to achieve the possibility of being more widely understood Part of my ideal job would be to become someone enough to provide other people not necessarily like me People of similar desire to be more I would make more Not just more money but more I would make more Question posed by Craig Shaw Gardner
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