Some days I am completely content with not knowing what I want to be “when I grow up.” I guess those days I figure that there’s no rush and that I don’t want a career anyway. I mean, who wants to have the same job for 30-40 years of their life?
Other days though, I wish I could just figure it out. I read entries and see pictures from people who are away at college… up north at berkley or in another state. They seem so happy and liberated! It’s like. They don’t just move out and go to a school a few miles away, no, they’re actually brave enough to leave everything familiar and live in a 6×8 foot room shared with another person. I wish I could be that brave, I wish I was up north or in another state. Or something. I guess that while I have no plan for my life I may as well have fun. That’s what the NYC and possible Italy trips are about. I feel like I just need to do something, see new things, and figure out what I’m supposed to do. On the one hand, I absolutely love Los Angeles, but on the other… what do I have to compare it to? It is the only “foreign” city I ever go to, and it’s only a few miles away. I would love to go to UCLA, but whenever I go to a new city with a UC or another good university, I want to go there as well. San Diego, Berkely… I would love that. Or school in another state. But of course, money is always an issue. It’s somewhat unsettling that I entertain about 2-3 ideas of what I want to do with my life each month, and that by this time next month I will have a new career path in mind. Until I know, how am I supposed to put money down? I know myself and I know that I am too wierd and that I will forever be changing my mind. My dad would love it if I went to Berkely. Yeah. I actually think that’d be pretty cool, like if I ended up in the same apartment as his.
Off on a tangent there.
But then I don’t really know what my point is. I guess my point is that I need to go somewhere. Like now. I can’t wait till after Christmas. I might just put myself into the truck and drive up North one of these days. Seriously. I remember a few years ago when my family and I were driving around up there and how sad I was when it was decided that we had to go back. I wanted to see what else there was. We were just getting into the mountains, into the snow, into everything. I want to find that place because it was so awesome. I know I won’t go doing that this week, but I might plan on that for one of the next weeks or something. I know I have a day off of class coming up. I don’t know.
I’m so wierd. Nobody understands me, myself included.
Even though I don’t have a particular dislike for my classes, I want to just quit. Or just take one class or something. I want to have at least a few months of freedom to do whatever I wish.
I guess that’s enough for now.