job hunting instinct

Well, as of Sunday I had heard nothing on positions I applied for last month. I figured one of the three would take months to sort our but I had given up hope on the other two. Then, out of the blue, yesterday morning I got a call from a perspective employer. They want me for an interview on the 19th of October. Just when you give up hope things turn on a dime. I think though, that it must be a genuine "I give!".

Now I am off and running trying to get things done before my interview, wondering what to expect. I'm happy but a little sad at the same time. I like what I am doing here. I just don't see the long term future for my family. I am not asking for a kings ransom. I ask the question, should I sacrifice my family's future security to do meaningful work? I must answer myself no. In the end its the whole Atlas Shrugged idea, look out for your own first, then worry about the common good.

Job hunting is just that, HUNTING. While I get disillusioned with waiting, I like stalking and I live for the kill. I'm really not much of an animal hunter, but there are many forms of hunting. I think it is something in our genetic makeup. A carryover from another age. Like dogs I think the instinct is lost to some. Just as some dog breeds have no instinct to hunt so some humans have also lost the instinct. I know, I know, according to "respected psychologists" humans have no instincts. I encountered the term 'race memory' some years ago, maybe that's a better term. Maybe some of the human race just does not remember.

Think about it.

-Feral Man