Well I've ignored this for far too long. Here's some thoughts I guess.
Current Thoughts:
Well. I have approximately a semester left of undergrad. I say approximately because I still need to do an internship, but a semester of regular classes is all I have left.
That's it.
One semester.
Holy Fuck.
That's about as far as my thought process gets these days. I'm almost done. Holy Fuck. What the hell am I going to do with myself? I feel like I've blogged/ranted/journal'd about this before. But whatever. It's kind of a big deal.
I really don't know what I'm going to do with myself. I am awful at real life. Awful. I'm a barely functioning member of society. If you can consider someone who rarely interacts with society as a member of it. Anyway, future. Yuck. What the hell are you supposed to do after school? Chase your dreams? Go be a productive member of society? Go back to school? Shit, those are three entirely different plans of action.
I don't really have a dream to chase so that ones out. Or at least I don't have a dream I can think of. Maybe I should work on that. Anyway, the closest things I have to dreams are not career, or personal betterment, or world bettering ideas. They largely involve small goals, rather than big "chase your dreams, kid" type things. So making them the center of my life is still out.
Go be a productive member of society? Well due to the nature of our country I'm likely stuck doing this no matter what. So the only choice would be how to do so? Go career searching? Get some part time coffee serving job and hope I make fantastic Indie Rock friends who will drink and be better than everyone else with me? Back to the career thing. What career? Journalism? Some news gig? Counting words for dollars so I can try to live the life of a writer? Write a book? That no one will publish? Pander to trends and capitalize on them and make millions? Move to Colorado and be a rancher?
More school? My parents are really keen on this one. Like sound like they'll disown me if I don't keen. But what the hell would I go to school for? Journalism? English? Something else entirely? What?
There are far too many options. I just wanna run away and come back when my brain has some basic idea of what the hell I want to do. As of this second taking a bunch of odd jobs sounds like fun. Just for shits and giggles. Of course, that really doesn't do too much for me in the long run, but whatever. In my head working random things might be fun.
Of course, In a week I'll be back to thinking being a teacher sounds like a decent idea. Which makes little damn sense. Who put that idea in my head in the first place?
Quote of the Day:
"Nostalgia isn't what it used to be."
- Peter De Vries
