When I Grow Up...
At 3/7/07 10:19 PM, Luis wrote:
Also in the near future I'll be relocating to New York, I really love city life.
Heh, the city is expensive to live in. I sometimes wanna move out to the middle of country where its real quiet and I can do as I want, it would be a lot cheaper to live too. The I think how I might go crazy. I really just want a shitty apartment in the city. I picture it mostly by imagining a bathroom where the tiles are falling off the wall, the mirror is broken, the shower curtain is barely hanging on and the bathtub has feet so when I turn on the lights cockroaches run under it.
But, I tend to get imaginative at times. I really don't know what I'm doing or where I'm going. I've had people ask me what I want to do when I grow up before, including teachers and professors, which is kinda sad when its a professor because it kinda seems like they should know, particularly when their in your major. I gave him the same response as I gave my junior year British Literature teacher, "When I grow up, I wanna be an airplane" and I then raised my arms and moved them up and down as I made airplane noises.
Oh well. Thinking about the future used to depress me, a lot, and it still kinda does. So I try not to think about it to hard. As long as I keep moving forward then I have no regrets(I wish). I'm part of the Mitch Hedberg school of philosophy. "I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm gonna ask where they're going and hook-up with them later."