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invisible man

Two very important things have happened since I last posted: I quit reading War and Peace and became gainfully employed.  I can’t help but wonder if those two events are inherently related.  People talk about some mythical place after college called the real world, and apparently, this real world is more difficult than the imaginary world known as college.  So I’ve transitioned from both imaginary worlds—fiction and college—to a real world.  The good thing is that I am living some deranged version of Smith’s Wealth of Nations.  The problem, however, is that I relate better to the imaginary people in literature, as opposed to real people.

There is one major difference between this “real world” and the imaginary college world.  I’m still under the illusion that I have freedom to think whatever I want, but I must always worry about who will see my ideas.  While at school there were multiple outlets to anonymously and unanonymously write things—not that I ever made use of those.  Nonetheless, they were there.  Now I feel like Big Brother is standing over me.  Perhaps that’s because at work, every e-mail sent from the company e-mails are stored on a large database.  I will continue to develop ideas, even though I don’t need to articulate contentious thesis statements, because ideas are the quintessential element of humans.