I'm to qualified and talented to get a job or a date

*ring ring ring*

- Emil speaking.

- Hi, this is XXX XXX from XXX regarding the job.

- Yes, I’ve been expecting your call.

- Well, we just wanted to tell you that we won’t be hiring you.

- What? Why?

- Well. We feel that you are a very talented artist.

- Okay?

- Also we feel that you are over qualified for the job. We think you should try to make it as an artist!

- Okay, but I’ve been trying to make it as an artist for 10 years now and have I decided I want to do something else, but something rewarding instead of just handing out keys to hotel rooms.

- Yes, but you are very talented and you should definitely pursue your art career.

- So, you think I’m perfect for the job, you hold me in the highest esteem as far as an artist and a performer, but will not hire me because I am so qualified for it? To qualified for it?

- Well, when you put it like that.

I just wanted to hang up the phone, or send electronic subsonic sound waves through the phone to make her eardrums crack. Here I am, working my ass off, trying to make a career for myself with my music and poetry and when that doesn’t work I decide I want to teach, be a mentor and they love me, they think I’m perfect but won’t hire me because I should be working with “my art”. She continued saying that they wanted someone who would stay but because they thought I was so talented I wouldn’t do that because it was just a matter of time before I would break through and become “someone”.

What the fucking hell is wrong with them?! Instead of embracing all that I am and can be as an asset for them, they reject me out of fear that I might leave them when my career takes off? 10 long fucking years you damn bitches, 10 years I’ve been bleeding poetry and music and not gotten anywhere with it. The plot thickens, the noose gets tighter and I start to see patterns in my life. Patterns of failed relationships because they are afraid of all that I am and all that I feel. Relationships that fail because all I can say, do and all I want to be. Now I see patterns of jobs I can’t get because I am to good for them? To qualified? To talented? What’s next? You don’t want to be my friend because I’m to loving, to loyal and to intelligent? I condemn these horrible acts of exclusion. These twisted ways of thinking. These… oh dear, I’ve been watching to much “Sleeper cell”, I’m starting to sound like a fanatic Muslim, peace be upon them. ;)