Why do you want to work here?
-Because I need money.
-Because I’d like to stop being a failure now.
-Because I have to start somewhere.
-Because I sent out a million resumes and this was the only place to call me.
-Because I spent all day yesterday lying in bed. Come dark, the shadows danced on the ceiling until they blurred together into non-Euclidean shapes with glowing red eyes and gaping mouths. Their dispassionate, echoing laughter filled my ears as they swirled around, laughing, mocking me. They made me feel bad about myself. I lay there mesmerized, forgetting about my body. There was nothing but them, me, and the laughter, God the laughter. They saw inside of me, right through my skin and sinew, into my soul. They found it empty. Empty, lost, and forever alone, leaning out for anything but never touching something real. They laughed. It all went away that night. The whole world went away. I don't know if it was just me, or if I actually unmade the entire world with my mind. I don’t know when I lost consciousness, but eventually my eyes blinked open as the light of a new day hit my face. I still felt paralyzed. For another hour, some part of me wanted to go back. Wanted the world to go away again, just wanted everything to go away forever. I’m afraid of what will happen if I spend another day like this, if one more day of me being a failure with nothing else to do were to go by. I might lose myself again. I might unmake the entire world forever.
-Because please?
