Duck Daffy
03-26-2013, 11:12 PM
Before starting, if you caught the title reference (Motion City Soundtrack - the future freaks me out), then give yourself a firm pat on the back with your clammy hands.
Anyways, I'm 17 and I am mere weeks away from finishing my last year of high school. All of my friends seem to know what they want - or have already started - to do with the remainder of their blue-collared lives. Usually kids are very optimistic about adulthood and have a myriad of aspirations. Speaking of, my younger cousin (he was probably 5 or 6) aspired to be a shark when he grew up ...if only... I have never known what exactly I wanted to do with my life. I don't understand the point of me going to any community/colleges. It seems like that would be a waste of 2-4+ years. Much like the overwhelming majority, I do not want to work a 9-to-5 and I don't expect to be some sort of deep, philosophical musician/celebrity (Thom Yorke). I know it's not unusual (<-- Tom Jones *Carlton dance*) to not know what you want to do, but to be honest, I feel like a piece of s**t.
This doesn't induce much anxiety ; more so, it induces anxiety's much less frightening younger brother, worry.
I don't really feel as though I have anything new to contribute to anything. And before anyone mentions anything about a possible "career" in writing, just realize how competitive that field is. (and maybe re-read this thread and critique the writing - grammar mistakes abundant)
If anyone has felt this way or is currently going through a slight existential crisis, please comment. (trivia: my original username was going to be Existential Error)
Well, anyways, this is just another whiny thread.
Have a nice day.
Anyways, I'm 17 and I am mere weeks away from finishing my last year of high school. All of my friends seem to know what they want - or have already started - to do with the remainder of their blue-collared lives. Usually kids are very optimistic about adulthood and have a myriad of aspirations. Speaking of, my younger cousin (he was probably 5 or 6) aspired to be a shark when he grew up ...if only... I have never known what exactly I wanted to do with my life. I don't understand the point of me going to any community/colleges. It seems like that would be a waste of 2-4+ years. Much like the overwhelming majority, I do not want to work a 9-to-5 and I don't expect to be some sort of deep, philosophical musician/celebrity (Thom Yorke). I know it's not unusual (<-- Tom Jones *Carlton dance*) to not know what you want to do, but to be honest, I feel like a piece of s**t.
This doesn't induce much anxiety ; more so, it induces anxiety's much less frightening younger brother, worry.
I don't really feel as though I have anything new to contribute to anything. And before anyone mentions anything about a possible "career" in writing, just realize how competitive that field is. (and maybe re-read this thread and critique the writing - grammar mistakes abundant)
If anyone has felt this way or is currently going through a slight existential crisis, please comment. (trivia: my original username was going to be Existential Error)
Well, anyways, this is just another whiny thread.
Have a nice day.