Just left a conversation where I compared my career to a cicada who’s a year or 2 off on the 17 year cycle of the rest of the cicada clan.
They climb slowly out of the earth, bursting forth from their shell, and begin to perform a passionate mating song… only to be confronted with silence.
As the realization that there are no others slowly dawns, the passionate song becomes a lament of the fact the they will not, in fact, be getting laid. Shortly after that, attracted by all the ruckus, a robin swoops in, snatches up the cicada, and feeds it to her young.
Yep. That’s about it.
- eyerait posted this