She

What follows is heavily laden with expletives and may not make for a good read at all. However, it was the best parallel I could draw against my current state of affairs.

"She was the most beautiful amongst them. Her moves enchanted them all. Her smile was the best thing which ever happened to them. Her every move was titillating. Yet she was unaware of them all. She was beautiful, yet unaware. And happily so. She only concentrated on building upon her learnings. She offered the best dance performance each evening, and never cared whether they jeered or cheered. Her own dance is what she loved. And when most left - save a few - her second self would emerge. That which was hopelessly given into serving the pleasurable interests of a sickly few. She pleased them. It was her job to do so. She was, afterall, a prostitute.

One fine evening, she decided it was her time to go beyond the gala evenings. She went out, and explored the world yonder. In the years that followed, her skill deteriorated. She couldn't dance well anymore. Nor could she please the ones who intended to pay. She grew old. Her physique wasn't attractive anymore. So when I, her owner, asked her to dance once again; to get laid with strangers once again; she agreed faithfully. There was a afterall, a time when she danced carefree. And earned shamelessly in lieu of her physique. But dance she could not. And sexual drive she had none remaining. "

Why do I relate this story here? Because I believe that She, the protagonist in the anecdote above, is much like my resume. Your resume. Everyone's resume. There was a time when you added things to your resume. For the love of the activities. Not for how they would show up on an A4 sized paper. That is when your resume was most beautiful. And lovable. You let it off when you went to work. Now you are back, asking a rusty old thing to perform again. You are decorating a dancer well beyond her prime, and asking her to dance again. To get laid again. For sheer transactional interests.

Ask yourself. Is it the same today? Are your skills getting overstretched by the requirement of an extra line on your resume? Is your prostitute dancing with the physique of a 58 year old woman well into her menopause? Go carefree people, do not manufacture your persona to fit an A4 paper. I'm trying hard, but as they say, advice is always easier to deliver than follow!