4.23.2009

wrong exit?

I think my life is starting too early. Yeah I know. My actual life has already started. I'm talking about my adult life.

I just feel like I'm going to fast. I'm growing up too quickly. Yeah, I'm 15, and I'm out of the house in 3 years. It's kind of a scary thought, but everyone has to do it. I just feel like I'm ahead of everyone I know in the whole business... It's like my entire life right now is preparation for the future. Before I even think about doing something I think about if it will look good on a college application. I feel like such an effing geek. I should do things because I love them and I want to, not because some stupid college wants me to.

So am I getting off on the wrong exit from the highway of life?

I'm getting a ... I dunno, sort of a job, at a lab this summer. It's going to take up every day I'm not at band camp or on vacation or days I decide to take off. It will take as much time as an actual job, until I finish my project. I gave up being a PA at girl scout camp for this. Imagine that, I'll be working in a lab. If I want to be a marine biologist, this is a perfect experience. All the same...

Is this the life I want to have? Yeah, I love nature and all of its mysteries and creatures. Yes, I love my friends and family. But is this the way I really want to go? Yes, I'm still a kid, it's not like I'm choosing a major. But I'm certainly paving the road to where I might want to go.

I was thinking about this last night. I wrote like ten pages in my journal. (Yes I'm a total lame-o and keep a journal.) There's so much I want to do in life, I want to go so far. It's just... no one really ends up getting what they want for real. I feel like I'm having a mid-life crisis as a pitiful hormonal teenager, not a 47-year-old woman.

Example. Simple, but still. Every woman wants a wraparound porch but they usually end up in the center of Suburbia in a townhouse with a front lawn about two feet long. Everybody wants to be happy and go golfing or whatever in their free time. But what if I don't have that? If I'm a marine biologist, say, I'll be spending all my time in a lab or out in the field, wherever that is.

You know what? Screw golf, I don't like it anyways.
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Blindfolded miles said...

I can relate, I feel the same way. Like you're this giant package and you're getting filled with all these goodies, but you can't really open them yet..What a stupid analogy I know....Then when it's finally time to open it, everything could be rotting inside.

April 23, 2009 at 9:33 PM

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