What are you good for? As of now barely enough for a factory job. Luckily. There are plenty of those in California. The work is terrible. So is the pay. What can you do when you haven’t even met the minimum educational requirements laid out by society. Well I’m not Too Short. If anything I’m Short. On cash. Short on confidence, opportunity, and just about any other thing that makes one successful. Or feel successful. You really feel stuck. Stagnant. Not able to move on to your next dream or idea. I’ve noticed it even affects me during my day to day encounters with co workers, my higher ups, hell. Even the bus driver. I won’t even notice until after our interaction. I’ll realize that my lack of grammar skills really show when I speak to someone. No matter what happens. Of course it’s also something negative then I notice I always reflect on my education. Or at least that’s my theory. I feel like people can see my lack of an education when speaking to me. Of course they can. At least they can hear it. Or maybe I think they can. I don’t know. I feel like it hinders me from being more professionally outgoing. Well that only makes sense. I don’t know. Maybe I’m being a “Sulky Susie”. There are times where I notice that the Universe, maybe Allah; or even the Shaitan are demonstrating that one without the basic knowledge, (Being… my HS Diploma. Duh) isn’t worthy of perusing their goals or dreams plans whatever you want to call it. Or even destiny. Yes. Yes okay. This is the Jihad that is taught all throughout a persons life. Starting from childhood. So wah wah cry about it. Make salat. Salat. Damn. That’s a whole other discussion. Damn. This is what’s written. For us all. I never thought I’d be stuck in HS. What? Like eight years post. Damn. Ya Allah. I’m just ranting. No one will probably even take the time to read it. I’ll probably end up sharing about this again. It’s ever reoccurring.