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Monday, May 13, 2013

Still don't know what I'm doing


Graduation is a strange thing. You spend four years at a school just so you can walk across a stage in a billowy black robe that makes you look like a ghost or a whale or an escapee from Hogwarts, and a ridiculous flat board of a hat with a tassel that's held on with bobby pins and magic. You get a folder that is supposed to hold your degree but doesn't, and then you're sent out into the world with tens of thousands of dollars of debt, optimistic and high-reaching dreams, and no real marketable skills. That's how they set you up to begin your adult life.

So after graduation, my family took me out to dinner, helped me move like three boxes into my house, and then left me all alone. The family I'm renting the house from was there so I couldn't have a total meltdown of tears and wailing, so I hid in my room, filled one drawer of the dresser with socks and snuck in a few tears while they ate their Chinese food and watched Monsters Inc (It's a long story of why they're using my house to eat food and watch movies. Hopefully they'll get a kitchen soon and won't invade as much).

Unable to stand the loneliness (and also totally wimping out of my first night in a giant house all by myself), I called my school friend whose family had rented a house and drove over there to stay with them. I have spent two days with them, leaving only long enough to go back to my house, finish filling the dresser with my clothes, and do a few marginally adult things like change my address and go to the bank. Then I accidentally (not really) found my way back to the internet and decided that was enough adulting for the day.

I'm done now. Is there a button I press when I've fulfilled my adultly duties? An adult quota maybe? Wherever it is, I've reached it. Maybe because my high-reaching dreams and debt allow me to wish only for a place to live, a working car, and decent food to eat.

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