I've been wondering how mature I am these days. particularly in the aspects of life that require maturity. Jobs, Relationships, Fiscal Aptitude (as long as i get my rent paid on friday, it don't bother me none....) . Introspection's been pretty much most of my existence, pondering that great eternal "who am i?", but I've got a lot on my mind, without any particular reason. Escaping into a book (rather a series, book 3 of Earth's Children in the past 4 days...) only delays things.
Am I looking for a relationship with a person, or just comfort? do I want a career, or to dick around for another couple of years, travelling and taking random work as it comes? I've mentioned the craving for America. Horden's great fun working, would the prospective career be as rewarding? as fun? Livin away from home brings with it consistent costs, and limits the kind of travel I could partake in. not a holiday, rather living in another world. just being this side of the river's changed me. another country?
Picking up carpet tiles today, my willingness and the satisfaction the works' brought in the four shifts since wednesday, it's been great doing something. even though the money'll dissapear like that *snaps fingers*. harry potter on saturday, rent by monday, home line within ten days and optus down the line, and electricity getting closer, these things tell me to take a career.
America. a single semester of Uni and then a Degree. The lack of responsibility. I still want to be a kid, playin about, without a tie choking me.
posted by Keegan at 8:31 pm
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