While You Ask Me What I Do For A Living

While you ask me what I do for a living,
I watch for the miniscule gearshift
In your eyes
That accompanies my reply.
It's always in attendance.

Excuse me,
I didn't ask for a ranked list of life choices,
Which you'd drop in my lap before accepting the approval of your friends,
Which you knew was coming
Under an umbrella of "duh's".

May I remind you that my job
Is what you wish you were doing
While you do your own.

Oh, and another thing,
To every self-loathing BuzzFuck Odyssey sell-out bitch,
Writing "Top Ten Most Useless Majors" articles:
Call me when your words are preferable to silence.