Or at least, that was my answer when I was six years old, minus the perfunctory curse word. An astronaut. I want to go up there and float around in space and check shit out. I’d discover other lifeforms and hang out in zero gravity all day. Uh huh.
Then I got degrees in English and Art History.
Call this being in your 20s, but lately I’ve been SO back and forth on everything, it’s unbelievable. I’m all “Robbo, let’s move our life plan up a few years and move to Seattle tomorrow. You and me, baby!” then fifteen minutes later, I’m like, “Ew, you? Get back on your side of the bed.” *
I had a job interview today. Yes, I know. I already have a job, but this is a better job, in that it would pay me more and I’d get better experience, career-building, yada yada yada. But the catch is, this company provides practically no paid time off, and a lot of that extra money would go into things that I’m used to getting for free here, like a bus pass and a gym membership, things that I need. (Well, I need the bus pass, I love the gym membership. And I need not be fat, so there.)
I text message my cousin Celeste about being unable to make a decision. I say, “I feel so torn about everything. Do you ever feel like that?” She responds, “Oh my god, every day of my life.”
Does this ever get any better? Or do you eventually just suck it up and deal with the fact that you have to have a job that you probably don’t like? You probably don’t make enough money, and you’re probably unhappy there?
And if that’s the case, then why do we even bother? Why not just work a crap job and have fun all the time otherwise? Maybe that’s what you’re supposed to do. Maybe that's what I'm gonna do. PARTY ALL THE TIME. I'm gonna be Tara Reid when I grow up! (or Lindsay Lohan, or whomever is notorious for partying? God, I'm so uncool.)
That's totally gonna be me. Wish me luck!!
* I realize that I probably poke fun at Robbo on this blog a lot more than I should, and for anyone who doesn’t personally know me and how much I love the guy, it probably seems that I don’t even like him. So I kind of feel the need to let the internet know that I do. I mean, look at him!
(with Nikki and The Latin Assassin.)
He's pretty much the best thing ever.
Hi, honey! Olive shoe.
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