At the beginning of the next workweek, I will legally be able to drink, vote, drive after midnight, smoke and enter into a legally binding contract. This is an astounding increase in privileges for someone who hasn't been verifiably shown to have the mental status of an individual older than 14. And I am flipping out. I have no idea what I want to do with my life - as it stands right now I am at a fork in the road, with one path leading down the standard life roadmap: get my degree, get a well-paying job, find a girlfriend-cum-wife, get her preggers, buy a house in the suburbs and groom my child to follow the same path as I have. But then there's the other path: a path filled with the danger of unpredictability, a path that I dare not record for fear I'll jinx it (and because I don't need other people to tell me how much of a pipe dream the idea is). I iwsh This post might seem like a bunch of random jumblings, but that's because my feelings on this issue are all jumbled, bouncing off the walls of my skull. Anyway, I can't think right now and I can't seem to type either so I'll end this here and come backk with something better on Sunday-ish.

This seems to be an appropriate representation of my current mental state: