Okay, so it is now the end of school. I am officially done for the rest of...however long I want to stay out? Well, whatever. Everyone has such big hopes and ambitions. I feel as though my friends are going places while I stay behind and wait for them to come back. Whether it is education, work, or a combination fo the two, people know what they want. But what is it I want? I honestly have no answer for that question.
What I really want is to become famous, never have to work a day in my life, fall in love, and just be. None of that will ever happen. I have no skill, no talent that sets me apart from the hoards of young people eagerly entering the real world. The only thing I have going for me is the innate ability to be blunt and honest to those around me. I see the world for what it is and tell people what I think. So I'm integritous? I'm sure that will get me places, such as the local burger joint.
I want something more. Something I can latch onto and enjoy. A career...As many people around me know, I'm not money concerned. Despite what society thinks, money does not make the world go around. I can do without the high paying job. The way my mind works, I need something interesting and something I love. Which brings me to, "what do I love?"
What do I love? I've never been forced to answer a question so personal. I don't share things about myself willingly. I love...I don't know. In my streak of honesty, I can't even say my family, my friends, my job, my dog, my lifestyle. How dead am I inside?
With me, you scratch the surface and what do you get? More surface. I'm honest with those I like, but am I honest about them, to myself? No one's been inside. No person has been worthy or willing to break me down and get into what I'm really feeling. Am I happy? Why do I ask rhetorical questions?