i am twenty-six years old - how the hell can i make a life decision? when i was eighteen (why doesn’t eighteen have two ‘t’s? i will now pronounce it “eight - een”) i made a choice to move from pa to texas. then, when i was twenty-four i moved out of my parent’s house.
and now, i’m twenty-six and i have to move again and i am in a new job for the first time in almost eight years and i have no idea what the fuck is going on. how the hell can i make a life decision? i’ve never left america, never had a great romance, never wrote a novel, never voted, never volunteered, don’t exercise, can’t sing, still get a little confused on right and left and i cannot spell miscellaneous without looking it up. plus, i like to call eucalyptus oil “koala bear food oil”.
i play magic the gathering, i bake desserts all the time, i talk to my cats (one of them is deaf), i still collect trinkets and stuffed animals, i dress like no one’s business, wear ton of makeup, i love soda and can barely balance a checkbook.
… people are kidding themselves if they think that anyone is ever ready to make a life decision.
maybe the joke is on me - maybe i am just thinking about this too much and everyone else can feel this in the back of their mind but they ignore it. none of us are ready.
and maybe, that’s the best part.