Jun 22, 2005 17:56
Being an eighteen year old college dropout, pretty much every parental or authority type person I encounter asks me what my plans for the future are.
"Um, well my friend said he can get acid, so I think I'm gonna trip on Friday."
Plaaaannnnsss for the future!!!!!!! Such a monumental concept... this ultimate plan for eternal economical success that every high school graduate is supposed to be able to formulate and recite to anyone they talk to that's over like... 40. It's a question I never want to answer, but always do with the same bullshit. "Well, I'm just gonna like work and live for a while, because I don't want to be in school right now. I'll probably go back to school in a year or two."
I was watching Say Anything last night. John Cusack's character Lloyd is talking to his new girlfriend's dad at dinner...
"Yeah, Lloyd. What are your plans for the future?"
"You mean like, a career?"
"Yeah."
"Um, I've thought about this quite a bit sir and I would have to say, considering what's waiting out there for me... I don't wanna sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold or bought... or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that."
This is the best reply I've heard to The Future Question.
Tomorrow, I'm going to try to get a job selling tickets for an uptown comedy club, The Comic Strip.