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I'm Super Cereal Right Now

Sometimes I go through major Andy Kaufman syndrome - I have an extremely difficult time being serious. Furthermore, this is a problem because people who know me know not to take me seriously...but at the same time, I'm very serious.
I'm serious about important things, and I know that sounds really lame, or like the setup to a bad joke (if you want a bad joke, see the end of the previous post), but it's not. There are a lot of things that I'm serious about, but only a handful of people pay any attention to these things.
I think too much: I spend tons of time thinking about inconsequential, weird things. I wonder about things beyond my control, knowing that they'll never be within my control. I try to explain bizarre thoughts to a lot of people who don't really have any interest in hearing them (there are a few who hear me out, which is nice, but not the point).
I don't know. Maybe none of this is important right now. I think I'm on the verge of an epiphany, but then I get side-tracked by spider solitaire.
I guess what led me to think all of this is that I don't think anyone takes me seriously when I ask them if they know of anyone who would be willing to hire me. I know I should be looking on my own - and I am - but it's good to have others look out for you too. But I feel like it's a matter similar to "tell your family I said hello." No one ever actually says hello, it's just the gesture. And even if they do say hello, it's something like "oh, I saw person X yesterday, they said hello," and then it's dropped.
Seriously. I need a job. These stupid 300 word posts are going to become more frequent if it doesn't happen.

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