Diatribe in C Minor, based on my side of an AIM conversation this evening.
when you’re younger your life is premeasured
in single-serve packets
six years in grade school and three in middle school and four in high school and four (give or take) in college
and so you think in chunks like that
because when you’re in middle school, who cares what college is going to be like?
but then that ends and you have THE REST OF YOUR LIFE and that’s daunting
and everybody older than you has already done the wandering around looking for a direction, and they are heading the way that their life will be
(whether or not that’s what they want)
but they’ve decided to go that way, or to let themselves go that way anyway
but you know what’s scary?
ask a bunch of older people why they have the job they have
almost no one will tell you it’s what they always wanted to do
people just fall into things
and sometimes it’s great and they end up happy
and sometimes – they wouldn’t say this – but it’s not great and they stay there because they don’t know what else to do
and you know why?
because it’s TOO SCARY to go back HERE again
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