I've read articles about how your twenties could possibly be the hardest time in your life. Life after college is practically a 'culture shock' and the reality of life is never what you'd hoped it would be. The question is ... if this is a rough spot in life, then what the hell was middle school and all those other awkward stages growing up, that somehow all of us survived and are now different as a result.
I constantly ask myself 'why' and wake up each morning with the question in my head - 'what am I doing?' What is all this for?! Am I too philosophical? Probably. But what do you do when the question is lurking, and you have no answers. It's like one of those nightmares that you have before a final exam ... you sit down at your desk, are given your exam, and you don't know one answer to one question. Probably you have never had a dream like this - but me being the perfectionist that I am ... this shit is as bad as one of those real nightmares where a scary man is chasing you through a corn field with a knife. In my mind, pretty much the same.
So - if you read this weird awkward and somewhat disturbing post ... and you've got answers ... you should probably fill me in on this shit - because I'm the poster child of 'clueless.' And I'm open to any advice anyone has to offer.
What the hell am I talking about? I really never know. If you have ever read Catcher in the Rye you might understand a small portion of my banter. Sometimes I wonder if I'm a bit demented. I'm going to assume the answer is yes. But what the hell do I do about it ?!? ... I have no idea. So I go day to day making the most of what my life is at this moment, and cross my fingers that just around that corner something absolutely fantastic is waiting for me.
I believe in fantastic random surprises. If it wasn't for those ... what would be the point?
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