My Search is Over. For Now.

I am sick of job searching. Sick. Of. It. I am beginning to see the same jobs over and over and over.
And to make matters more annoying my roommate, who has a perfectly good job, has two pending offers! Two! This frustrates me so much. I mean, I’m happy for him, as he does not love his suitable job, but I’m jealous too. I feel bad, b/c I try to act happy for him, but that sort of has a time limit. He sometimes goes on longer than he needs to about them and there comes a point where I just want to yell “Why must you gloat about your wonderful world of opportunities when I have nothing to look fwd to?”
I try to keep it in a positive perspective. And what do I have to look fwd to? No alarm clock, endless beach time, possibly some travel…But I just feel as though I am so aimless.
I am torn. Part of me wants to have a Real Job. You know, the kind where you wear a suit to work everyday and have underlings. But I’m not always sure how to get there or even if I truly want to. Part of me has no desire to have a Real Job. Like my friends in grad school. But I do not desire to have their levels of debt or their pressure to actually find something, to justify their research.

Friends and family keep reassuring me that I am a smart, creative, and valuable person. I just wish that my talents were marketable in a way that would give me health insurance.