Grabbed from Vera's journal

Here's a random atrocity

This is a significant part of what's wrong with our society.

Can't wrap my mind around it.

Guh.

The new day begins

The sun will be rising soon, and my day will begin.

What wonderful adventure will this new day hold?

What rare and exciting experiences await me over that rosy-hued horizon?

Will I battle long-feared foes? Will I explore uncharted wilds? Will I forge eternal bonds with fellow intrepid adventurers?


Or will I sit around and read, play Tony Hawk, and eat Lucky Charms and blueberry yogurt?


Hmmm....

I was under the impression that, once I got done with school, my life would start.

Perhaps the reason it hasn't is because I'm still in the same room, at the same school, working in the same office, wearing the same clothes, and looking at the world in the same way.

For the moment.

It won't always be this way.

I have to keep telling myself that.

Otherwise, I might feel compelled to do something crazy like quit my job, sell all my stuff, buy an Indian motorcycle, throw some clothes in a duffel, and hit the road.

I'd probably end up out west somewhere. I'd throw pottery and paint southwestern landscapes, camp out in the desert under the pollution-free, star-filled expanse of sky, and forget all about my former life.

Then again, I wouldn't be me any more, and while that thought does have a certain appeal, it would, in a way, be a cowardly act.

Inventing a new personality instead of untangling the one I've already got would somehow be less difficult and therefore less satisfying in the long run.

So I'm not gonna go that.

Instead, I'll stay here in my tiny room, surrounded by my meager possessions and my history, and work on becoming the person I want to be.

Yep.