

I feel that one in my soul, as a fellow part time academic with good teaching evals. Our hiring system sucks and people less qualified get in for no good reason, typically.
My cope is knowing I still would be devaluing my time with that role and that my free time not having to do a full course load (+ attend faculty meetings, advise students, etc) is still valuable, to my family and to myself. I’m still bitter about the jobs I don’t get, but my partner got promoted in large part because I could support them so I guess that’s the way things panned out.



Never, but I like conversing with my internal monologue in my head. I’m not quite neurotypical, but I have been pretty good (trained?) to rein in any out of control thoughts if they ever wander by using bait I know my brain can chill with.
When I was a teen, it was sexy stuff. Young adult, plot points for a novel setting I’ll probably never write. Lately, it’s just plans for the day (I sleep so much faster now than I used to, though, since I changed my sleep habits after having kids).
Plus, my own monologue makes sense of how I’m feeling and gives me pep talks! That’s probably a product of coping with abuse, but it’s nice none the less.