Stolen from redux:
*sighs* Man, it's been a crazy semester. I feel like I'm still recuperating. Good, though; I got A's in all my classes for the very first time ever (w00t!).
Got a new computer for Christmas, but I sorta kinda broke it, so I had to send it in for repairs *sigh*. Still, it's kind of nice to be mostly bereft of Internet. Well, except for the terminally boring parts. I figure I'll ease my way back into fandom around January when I get my computer back, but until then there's reading the three million Bujold books I checked out from the library, and working on my mystery puzzle. There's a little mystery story that goes along with it, and putting together the puzzle lets you solve the mystery. I like having to work it out for myself instead of trying to match everything up to the box.
I just feel so confused about what I want to do next. I think it's because I'm getting older, and my choices are (or seem to be) becoming fewer. I mean, I have a career now, and it doesn't seem likely to change any time soon. I haven't had a BF since--well--high school, and I find it difficult to even imagine myself with anybody. There's RL stuff, and Internet stuff, and there simply isn't enough time to do everything that I'd ideally like to do.
But then-- I've always been cursed with a sense of perspective. I know perfectly well that I'll probably end up doing something totally different for a living. There are plenty of single people my age who go on to get married, even the ones who didn't date much. I'm not going to be involved in any Internet group forever, and it's silly to think that I would. Barring unforeseen accidents, I've got the rest of my life ahead of me, and it'll probably be way longer than what I've already lived. But it'd be nice just to be able to wallow in my melancholy mood without that little voice of reason piping up.
Though, really, I'm not melancholy at all. I seem to do most of my complaining when I'm actually happy.
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