I wish that I had a passion for something like pencil sharpening and that I thrived in an office with fluorescent lighting. I’d sit in a chair that made my neck and back kink up and take pride in the fact that I sharpened a lot of pencils. My work product would help ensure that things got done. Because there would be no pens; just the pencils that I prepared. Maybe I’d even have a cart so that I could go from one grey cubicle to the next granting freshly sharpened pencils to those who needed them.
These jobs would only exist in businesses of a certain size and in cities of a certain type. Outsourcing would not exist and workers would not be able to sharpen their own pencils. Entry to this position would be guaranteed to anyone who had a proven love of pencils.
This would answer the unanswered questions. Where should I live? In a city with a business that has a pencil sharpener. How do I get this job? Just prove my love of pencils. Are there too many others trying to do what I’m trying to do? There are only a finite number of pencil sharpening jobs. If they are filled, do something else with pencils.
I would be satisfied knowing that my life was simple, uncomplicated, easily containable, and neatly categorized. I would be someone who was content with that.