Peter Pan anyone?
It bothers me / makes me feel bad that I don't follow through with my so-called plans.
At least this time going to the Island, I did a lot of things that I wanted to do.
If leaving my high school friends was this difficult, I'm really not looking forward to graduating college.
And life? That's the scariest word of them all. Our whole lives (well, at least the part that we actually remember) we've been secured inside the brick walls of schools. We know teachers, we know classmates, we know stressing over letters on a piece of paper mailed every quarter/semester. Sure, some of us will go to graduate school, but the "real" world is inevitable. Taxes, mortages, spouses, kids, full-time jobs paying over a whopping $9 an hour, and just general commitments. Then what? Work for 40 years and do whatever for the last 20? I remember in high school being mad because I didn't have the leisure of making my own decisions; you had to ask to pee, you needed a pass to walk in your own school, you had to take some of the lamest and pointless classes in your life just like everyone else. You were too young to make decisions for yourself; let the adults do it. Now you're 18? 19 even? OK adult, go for it; plan away.
Am I having a quarter-life crisis?
At least this time going to the Island, I did a lot of things that I wanted to do.
If leaving my high school friends was this difficult, I'm really not looking forward to graduating college.
And life? That's the scariest word of them all. Our whole lives (well, at least the part that we actually remember) we've been secured inside the brick walls of schools. We know teachers, we know classmates, we know stressing over letters on a piece of paper mailed every quarter/semester. Sure, some of us will go to graduate school, but the "real" world is inevitable. Taxes, mortages, spouses, kids, full-time jobs paying over a whopping $9 an hour, and just general commitments. Then what? Work for 40 years and do whatever for the last 20? I remember in high school being mad because I didn't have the leisure of making my own decisions; you had to ask to pee, you needed a pass to walk in your own school, you had to take some of the lamest and pointless classes in your life just like everyone else. You were too young to make decisions for yourself; let the adults do it. Now you're 18? 19 even? OK adult, go for it; plan away.
Am I having a quarter-life crisis?