Law school sucks. It sucks balls. If you don’t like balls, or sucking on, near, or with them, this is a bad thing.
Perhaps there’s something to this, in that when one searches for existing lawyers who are happy with their vocational choices, they usually seem to want to be writers (no, lawyers cannot write on average, so fuck that fallacy), teachers, or perpetual travelers funded by who the fuck knows what. There are of course the typical liars who work for personal injury firms and who, like so many DMV or Taco Bell employees, exuberantly exclaim their love for their “work.” This is surely after their lunchtime and breaktime showers, and after their office-based dinners (and subsequent showers). Prozac, anyone?
Did I somehow figure out reverse osmosis here? Does my decision making actually worsen with age?