Disenchanted

Once upon a time I had these grand ideas and dreams about being an adult. I was all excited to graduate high school and move on to the next step in my life. I was excited to be independent and responsible and all that exciting jazz. Or at least that’s what I thought. Adulthood and the next step in my life seemed a lot more appealing before I actually got here. Or at least the part I’m in right now.

When I graduated high school I was positive I would move out, live at university, have a great time, meet new people, grow, be independent and succeed. Turns out I didn’t do any of that. At least not on the first try. I went for a little over half of my first semester and withdrew. I was supposed to live on campus, but I left after the second day. I wouldn’t say I was in the best time of my life then. There was a lot going on and I basically said “Hey I’m going to go to culinary school,” as an easy way out of college. For the time being anyway. Not that that’s an excuse, I just suck at responsibility.

I withdrew a few months ago, voluntarily and officially. After consideration, I realized I have no desire to go to culinary school, and I have, in fact, applied for readmission to the university from which I withdrew. In a nutshell, I could be in my second semester now, but I fucked up royally and am back at nothing. The earliest I can go back to school is in the fall. I haven’t received notification from the university yet, but hopefully they’ll readmit me. And if not, I’ll go to community college for a bit and transfer.

That whole situation has been more or less resolved. I made a mistake and I’m trying to fix it. I’ve got a plan and a backup plan and learned from error that I can’t just decide “Hey, I don’t wanna go to school anymore.” The only problem now is I have no idea where my life is going. In any sense. I don’t know what I’m going to study in school, I don’t know what career path I’ll pursue, I don’t know anything about the future. And I feel like either I’m the only one, or everyone else is super good at hiding it.

Sometimes I feel like I’m paralyzed in the present; I’ll never be able to move forward. But other times I’m much more optimistic. Really all I do is take life a few days at a time and try to understand its complexities and mysteries. And wait to finally grow up, and stop being a child, and finally come into adulthood.

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