If I could honestly explain why half the things that are rolling carelessly around in my head bother me to the point I would rather walk on a tight rope across a fiery abyss than lay in my bed and think about them, I would not know what to say. Maybe it is the fact that I am afraid of facing what lies ahead of me and leaving the past behind me. Maybe it is the fact that I prefer to focus on the present, now, instead of constantly worrying about everything else that could and should and migh
For example, the idea of going to college just seems so bland to me. Taking another couple years to set aside specifically for educational purposes comes off as such a chore to me- not that I couldn’t do it, but it’s just that I am not interested. Why should I pursue something that doesn’t particularly interest me in the first place? How is that getting me to where I “need” to be in life?
Sure, that could always get me a great job that pays well so I can save up for a comfortable retirement, but in all honesty if that is what life is about- going through the same damn routine that everyone else zombies their way on through, then I don’t want any part of it.
But thanks to my dad, it looks like I will have to do it.
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