We're beginning to build our lives. We're growing up and its quite frightening because in a couple of years we'll be publishing things in books (some do that now), visiting each other at our own houses, picking up the newspaper at our doorsteps, getting our very own pets, borrowing cups of sugar from our neighbours, sitting on park benches and other stereotypical suburban things.
I'm so tired of having to prove myself with tests here, applications there. "What skills can you offer?" Tbh, I sound like a little bit of a douchebag on my resume; I make myself sound like Obama when I detail the "charismatic leadership roles" I've undertaken and demi-god when I outline just how much I've contributed to my community. I don't really know where I'm going with this. I'm just a little tired of having to claw my way up when I realize that there's so little in this world that I'm absolutely certain about. No, I'm not turning into an existentialist or skeptic or whatever you want to call it. This is just a thought, and I'll probably regret this the instant I write this... I normally hate reading other people's sappy confessions or rants about "how life makes them feel" but I guess everyone deserves one of those every once in a while. Actually, I think this post has a lot to do with the fact that I'm listening to "first day of my life - Bright Eyes" which just seems the perfect song to sing along to when you're blogging. Wow I'm living the hipster life: listening to Bright Eyes while blogging about life. Lol yes, I will title this post something dramatic,like "obscure life" or something...hahaha. I should really conclude the hipster fest going on here.
Hand me a beanie, will ya?
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