1:15 AM, Wednesday, July 12, 2006
I'm supposed to know where I'm going right now. And I don't. And that bugs me. And gets me very very worried. My problem is that I don't like committing to something I don't know anything about. I don't like being "stuck" anywhere. I don't like closing doors to options that I could have had. I don't like committing to one idea which could turn out to be the wrong one. I get cold feet.
Seeing that I don't know what I want to do, if I went to the Uk, I'd be stuck in my Uni with a course that I could possibly end up hating and very much regretting. I might end up hating the school, the campus, the people, and possibly anything else that there is to hate about tea and crumpets...
Or I could end up liking all of it...
If I went to the US, I'd do any class that I cared to do for that term. However it'll all pretty much be focused around the US.
I dunno... the Uk works pretty much like a trap. Pick what you want and
STICK with it.
The US is a different kind of trap. It works like an illusion. "Go! Run
free and pick whatever you want to do, when you want to do it!"
But what they don't tell you is that the information is pretty much limited to the US only.
If I do end up going to the states and
if I end up perfectly miserable... Please say that I can somehow transfer to the Uk.. Because - god help me - I will find a way to get myself out of there.
At the end of the day you just have to
do whatever it takes.
But the biggest,
sickest joke of all would be if I settled down and married some halfway decent guy, had some kids, took care of them
and never worked again. Omg... I would throttle something. That would just be the sickest joke ever.
And for the rest of my life I'd be hearing God in the background ... laughing.
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