Where am I in life?
Hmm... good question.
I'm at that stage where I've just recently figured out that however hard I may try to pretend it isn't true, the majority, if not all, of people in the world just won't like me.
I've also figured out that pretending isn't all it's cracked up to be. So I don't pretend any more. Better just to face up to the truth and start to deal with it, instead of running away from everything that goes wrong.
Oh, and I'm also at that stage where my mother is pressuring me to find a better paying job.
Why haven't you handed your resume into fifty million little stores at the mall, ray?! Oh, I don't know. How about I've just finished with exams, and I'm still working about ten hours a week and want to enjoy my summer holidays?
Basically, I'm at that stage where I'm ready to embrace life full on, as well as all the hard times that it brings with it.
For "losers" like me, anyhow.
Oh, and I'm also at that stage where I'm starting to think about life and humankind. Like why things happen. I sometimes find myself wondering as to the point of it all - take one of these cycles. We drive to work, so we can design and make cars so we can drive to work. As soon as I get started thinking about these things, it just confuses me to death.
I have ridiculous career ambitions that I know will never come true unless I win the lottery or somehow manage to get a sponsor to go through university. What is the point of that anyway? We go to work, so we can get other people to work, who can design the things that we drive to get them to work... cripes, I'm started. SHHHH, shut up, brain.
And teachers, too. We go through school, qualify to become a teacher, so we can teach the next generation to become teachers. WOW. I know this is stupid thinking and we have to pass on knowledge through the generations, but sometimes I feel like it's just one massive cycle nobody's ever going to get out of.
I'll shut up now. I'm probably boring you all to death. Oh, wait a minute! Nobody will even be reading this because it ended up
at the bottom of a page. BYC loves to do that to me.
Focker out.
(Sometimes I talk too much. What DID that dude inject into Focker anyhow? Sodium something? That was a blast to watch
)