On the bus...or at the station

[michellorocks]

So, here I am someplace in Ohio. Cleveland? No, that's where I'm heading. I'm in Columbus right now. I've still got a good 16 hours to go. I cannot believe I've been traveling for the past 9 hours. Time flies when you're sleeping. Or looking out the window while listening to your iPod and thinking of random things. The thing I don't like about traveling alone is the ability to think. Sure, it's nice sometimes, but traveling alone makes me feel kind of depressed. It's not fun at all. And when I'm feeling down, I don't necessarily think of the happiest things. Where am I going in life? I mean, where is my future headed. I know that I'm going into the entertainment industry, of all places, but that's all I know. And that's not even certain. It should be, but it's not etched in stone. I know that I like to make little shows and work under relatively high pressure, but is this where I want to go? As of now, yes. I don't know what point I'm trying to make with all this rambling. What drives us to make the choices we do? This brings me back to the idea of free will. Do we, as humans, have what we like to call free will? Are we actually in charge of our actions and decisions? Or did the collision of subatomic particles billions of years ago determine what we're doing right now? It is a difficult concept to grasp; I can't imagine life being planned out for me like that. It would have been difficult if I was limited in what colleges I could have applied for. This is what I mean when I say traveling alone is bad for me because I think depressing thoughts. Sure, the concept of free will and its debate isn't necessarily depressing, but it's definitely not uplifting.

[Look at how college is making me talk and think :p]