I met Ben Folds

Blak

I wonder what I'm living for.

In Paper Towns Margo says how people are always doing things for the future. So when my history teacher asked me why I went to school and I said, "I went to elementary school to prepare for middle school to prepare for high school to prepare for college to get a job so my kids, if I have kids can go to a good school and do the same thing" and he said it was "way out there" I felt a little like a salt shaker must feel when a tablecloth is whipped out from under him (basic similies taking place here).

I don't know what, who, where I want to be when I grow up. Will I live in a condo? Will I work for Wall Street? Will I be a social service worker? A cop? A receptional? A waitress? Your guess is as good as mine.

Sometimes it's nice to have certainties. Change is good, but everyone changing all at once is decapitating.

Like, for instance, it would be nice if I had an opinion in this blog post. But some things just never happen.


edit: decapitating was not the right word. disabling? disconcerting? disacating (is not a word)? dessapating...nope...

edit: It is November 31 2009. The word was disorienting.