Thursday, October 30, 2008

Whirlygig

Much as I would like to be, I'm not the kind of person who goes with the flow. I can't throw a pair of underwear and a toothbrush in a duffel and hit the road - I mean, what if you need a sweater? I'm not saying that I'm completely at odds with spontaneity - just that it's harder for me that most people.

I like control - you've probably already figured that out. And right now I feel like I don't have any. I'm nibbling all the time - all the damn Halloween candy doesn't help with that. I'm running out of time with all my projects, and I've been neglecting my job - you know, the one I get paid for - horribly. Note to self - setting own hours INVITES procrastination. And then there are the big, scary after-graduation questions: will I get a job? Will Jim and I get along living together? Will we be happy? How will we afford an apartment and food besides ramen? In babies they call it "failure to thrive." That's what I'm afraid of.

1 comment:

Sarah said...

See, I would remember the sweater but forget the underwear.

You won't fail to thrive, hon. If all else fails, you can fall back on a glamorous temporary career in souse-slicing... ;)

Also, the "I am not a robot" test phrase on this page is dummi. The Internet is trying to tell me something, isn't it?