Circumstances forced me to quit my job today, abruptly and immediately. It's a long and complicated story, but basically, I was backed into a corner and I generally don't appreciate being put in such a situation and will do whatever I can to get out of it, so I did. I'm trying to stop rethinking my decision, whether or not it was the best thing to do. It's done, and there's no undoing it.

A lot of people might take losing their job or having to quit their job and be like: Oh, well, perhaps its for the best. Maybe it will lead to something better. A blessing in disguise. Everything happens for a reason. Part of me really wants to think that way. Another part of me disagrees, and says I totally fucked up.






When things are going well, everything happens for a reason. When things are going badly, you're the victim of cruel and malicious randomness.