Things That Vex
I find my attention wavering from the usually consuming joy of reading. I am in the middle of four books right now (4!) and I cannot settle on one at the moment. I think I'm restless. Even before my mom's surgery, I was trapped in this house, jobless and feeling purposeless. It has been nearly a month since my temp job ended. I drove my mom to the doctor and the store yesterday. That bit of freedom left me wanting more.
But what to do about these books? Two romances, one political, and one preternatural thriller must be finished before I can get to the rest of my stack, which has just seen the addition of two more books. That leaves me with 14 at the moment. Actually, one of my BFFs has three stacks going right now, so it could be worse.
This aimlessness isn't helped by the anticipation I'm experiencing. Between Star Trek, Kresley Cole, paperback!From Dead to Worse, the return of my errant BFFs, driving lessons, and Christmas, I'm waiting for a lot.
I'm waiting to be someone too. I feel so childish for that. I'm 22 and I feel like I should be a grown up by now but I feel like I'm still a child, with expectations of adulthood that have nothing to do with me.
I blame society.
Srsly! How did this idea of "adulthood" get into my head anyway? I think I should have a job and a boyfriend and be able to drive because somewhere along the way I learned that that was expected of me. It's one of those things that you know but you have no idea where it came from.
Or something.
*sigh*
I want to learn to knit.
But what to do about these books? Two romances, one political, and one preternatural thriller must be finished before I can get to the rest of my stack, which has just seen the addition of two more books. That leaves me with 14 at the moment. Actually, one of my BFFs has three stacks going right now, so it could be worse.
This aimlessness isn't helped by the anticipation I'm experiencing. Between Star Trek, Kresley Cole, paperback!From Dead to Worse, the return of my errant BFFs, driving lessons, and Christmas, I'm waiting for a lot.
I'm waiting to be someone too. I feel so childish for that. I'm 22 and I feel like I should be a grown up by now but I feel like I'm still a child, with expectations of adulthood that have nothing to do with me.
I blame society.
Srsly! How did this idea of "adulthood" get into my head anyway? I think I should have a job and a boyfriend and be able to drive because somewhere along the way I learned that that was expected of me. It's one of those things that you know but you have no idea where it came from.
Or something.
*sigh*
I want to learn to knit.