And so we reach the point of my post:
Why can't life be simple, and all 'easy-bake-oven' like it was when we were in 1st grade?
Seriously, people. Why can't life and all of its answers be handed to us on a plate? I'm not asking for a gold-plated plate. . .that's too much plate. Just a simple plate, a platter if you will. I'm just not in the mood anymore to be worrying about what I want to do with my life! I just need a mentor to come along (not unlike the genie from aladdin, or the bitch in the bubble from Wizard of Oz) to just guide the way for me. . . . Or just hand me success and be done with it. Whichever's easier.
I mean, look at it this way. When you were five, you probably spent most of your days playing with crayons and play-doh. You never had anything to worry about, and if you did it was whether or not you were going to make it to the bathroom on time before you pooped yourself - and even that didn't matter because you were five!!! If you messed up on something (which would be next to impossible, just because I. . I mean we . . were so damn cute that you could essentially do nothing wrong) you were just told what was wrong with it, and you chuckled about it - most likely going back and doing it again. NOW, if you do something wrong, you're slapped in the face and handed a packing box to put your ficus and your picture of your dog in and told to move on. Really? That doesn't seem like the life of success I was promised when I was told that going to college would guarantee me omnipotent power in the business world.
I just wish I could sit in a college class with a box of crayons (taking notes of course) and bring my Lion King "Hakuna Matata" lunch box and matching thermos and just not worry about having to do something with my life. I want to eat pudding packs and Crust-less PB&J for lunch again, with a side of animal crackers - and you cna hold the grown up shenanigans. Instead of this life of simplistic paradise, I'm constantly plagued with the thought that after graduation, I'll be facing the real world, with no academic advisor to say "ehh I don't know, just take whatever you want." and no steady, low-paying job on campus. I'll be in it to win it (and not just for a minute like that awesome show on TV - sidenote: did you see the chick that stacked 5 apples?! insanity.
Anyway. . . I'll be using my time here on campus, aside from taking summer classes, to think about what I want to do with my life. . .and if I come up with any cool ideas, I'll be sure to let you know.
Plus, also - does anyone remember that awesome feeling when you cracked open a new box of crayons? HOW GRATIFYING WAS THAT?!
