It seems that on the rare occasions I think of writing about something, a solid 90% of those thoughts are complaints or criticisms. Does that make me pessimistic? I’m definitely cynical, but can I be both cynical and optimistic?
I’d like to think I’m an accepting and friendly person, but I probably don’t come off that way if I even am. I guess it boils down to the fact that I hold people to higher standards than most. Which I don’t think is really a problem.
I’m in my fourth (or fifth if you count last summer) semester of college and I’m still not feeling any closer to an adult. In 16 months I could have a legit job that pays and I’m still an infant. I wish the world would just chew me up and spit me out, cold and naked.
I hate not having any sense of certainty about what’s in my future. I guess that’s life, but it was always comforting to know that after 6th grade I would just go to 7th.
I’m constantly disconnected and looking towards the horizon instead of the gum under my shoes.
I guess these are my thoughts as of now.