The Inheritance of Lost

I don’t know what I want to do with my life. Absolutely no clue. And no amount of school or work or decision making will help me decide that. I though I might try journalism for a degree, because I can usually bullshit my way pretty well through a paper, but now….I just don’t know. It’s just all so fucked how we have to pick everything, and we have to take into consideration money and future and career all at our ripe, young, fresh ages when all we are is idealists. Why can’t we just take a year, or however many years we want, and just live. In America, we’re all on this schooling track for thirteen years of our lives and we have little-to-no time to sort things out. We’re just pushed along, and then expected to turn right back around and plunge into an establishment with more expectations and bigger consequences, that bleeds us dry of any funds we and our families might have had all for what. A degree? I think degrees are wonderful, and helpful in the world to make money, to do what you love, to excel in life and own a house and provide for you children, but for me, right now I don’t care too much about any of that shit. I don’t want to think about my future, I’ll sort it out when it comes honestly. Some people may think that is stupid, but so far all that schooling and college educating has done is panic me and make me feel inadequate, and even more confused and unprepared for whatever lies ahead. Thank you very much.

 

I don’t know what I will do.

That’s all.