The first sign of madness

Hello You!
 I don't know who you are or even if you are and so i feel it might be comforting to imagine that I am talking to a dear friend. How are you? well that was a silly thing to ask I suppose. If you really were a dear friend I could expect a prompt response to that question, but as you are most likely nobody I think I would find it most startling if an answer were forthcoming. Whilst I am still greatly puzzled as to my motivations for continuing to write to you, I must admit that i am starting to quite enjoy it. Its comforting somehow I suppose, to think that my thoughts, once had, are not lost forever through the fast draining sieve of my memory. Its not that i think these thoughts are of any great importance to the world at large, its just that for the most part they are all that I really produce so i would be disheartened to think of them fizzling out entirely. This is why i'm showing them to you.
A friend asked me today what i wanted to achieve and i wasn't entirely sure what to tell her. I envy her for all of her idealistic ambitions about changing the world for the better. I am far to bogged down with the question of what better is to get along with bringing it about. If i am perfectly honest i don't think there is such a thing! when you have reasoned yourself into a spot where all your seemingly moral imperatives are stripped down to mere preferences its hard to feel all that motivated to change the world in any particular way. This is somewhat limiting on the ambition front, as i'm sure you can imagine, though i think that maybe i have one. Its not a noble ambition, or one whose legitimacy comes from any great authority but nonetheless its achievement is eluding me at this stage in my life. My simple an soul ambition is to be contented. I hope you don't think me hideously selfish, though i suppose i must be. Either way if i am consistent in my imaginings then i have only told this to a dear friend who surely will not judge me too harshly.
All the best (how hypocritical!)
L
xxx

Wherefore art thou graduate level job...

I seem to have missed the point at which everybody decided what they wanted to do with their lives. Perhaps i fell asleep and missed the visit from the magical aspiration fairy, or perhaps i am simply impervious to ambition. At what point did earning enough money to live comfortably become an inadequate reason for wanting a job? Am I really the only person willing to apply for a position in a field that I don't ave an intense passion for?! I like things, of course i do; but nobody seems willing to pay me to eat, take naps and smell flowers all day. Is it not enough that I promise to work hard to do what is required of me?

I think there is something quite sinister about stipulating mandatory passion! How far can this trend be stretched? In the future will job applicants be required to display overwhelming romantic devotion to management staff? Will people be expected to literally marry their jobs, adding LTD. to the end of their surnames and spending every other Christmas with their parent-in-law companies? What would the children look like?! I daren't imagine.

Problems would surely arise regarding the gender of the jobs to which individuals would be matrimonially attached; what with same sex marriage being such a contentious issues in some quarters. Perhaps this would encourage divergence from traditional gender roles in the work place. A man applying for a male role could be interpreted as homosexual and so would perhaps be more inclined to consider work as a child minder or party planner, whereas heterosexual women would be drawn to the sciences and high powered roles in senior management. 

I suppose I can forgive those companies who demand my devotion, their feminist plight is a worthwhile enough cause. I just hope that by the time I finish my masters I will be on track to find 'The One' that is worthy of the career based lust that is clearly required for entry into the workforce.