Sometimes I look at my life and I wonder what the hell it is that I'm up to. I'm in that no-man's land of childhood and maturity, and I have to wonder if my current state is just a product of my culture or if it's something that is actually unusual.
I'm twenty-six, and I live in a house with four friends. I have a job that supports me, and I'm not in debt to anyone. But I have no significant other, no desire for one, and no desire for family or children. When my parents were twenty-six...hm. Maybe it's not as bad as I thought. When my parents were twenty-six, I don't think that my older brother had even been born yet, so there's no pressure on that front.
Still, I've got plenty of friends who are parents now, to whom I'm "Auntie," and I know that my brother wants to be a father. But me? I'm comfortable in my bachelorette-hood (if that's at all a word), and I'm happy with my friends and my cat and my home. I just get the aching feeling every now and then that I'm "doing it wrong," like I shouldn't be happy living day-to-day and playing video games and reading fanfiction. Perhaps it's the feeling that there's something more that I could be doing, something more that I should be doing, and I'm instead just wasting my life away. I don't know what that something is, though, and whenever I start to make a move to seek it out, I'm instead caught up by the comfortable sensation of my current life and how there isn't really any effort to it, no drive to change what I've got for something harder.
The easy path leads to the Dark Side, right?
I've had plans before, and even now they sit in the back of my head waiting for me, and I keep promising myself, "Someday."
"Someday I'll go to grad school."
"Someday I'll apply to work for a better airline."
"Someday I'll finish writing a novel, or even a short story."
"Someday I'll..."
But it's always "someday" and I keep pushing it off with the dismissive words of, "Not today, not right now. I've got other things to do right now, I've got more things to focus on, more pressing matters to attend to."
Only...are they really that pressing, that important? Or am I just giving in to the easy path and letting myself fall down that slope again, and again, and again?
Giving in is so easy.
Taking the first step is hard...but taking the steps after it? Sometimes that's even harder.
I'm trying.
I'm twenty-six, and I live in a house with four friends. I have a job that supports me, and I'm not in debt to anyone. But I have no significant other, no desire for one, and no desire for family or children. When my parents were twenty-six...hm. Maybe it's not as bad as I thought. When my parents were twenty-six, I don't think that my older brother had even been born yet, so there's no pressure on that front.
Still, I've got plenty of friends who are parents now, to whom I'm "Auntie," and I know that my brother wants to be a father. But me? I'm comfortable in my bachelorette-hood (if that's at all a word), and I'm happy with my friends and my cat and my home. I just get the aching feeling every now and then that I'm "doing it wrong," like I shouldn't be happy living day-to-day and playing video games and reading fanfiction. Perhaps it's the feeling that there's something more that I could be doing, something more that I should be doing, and I'm instead just wasting my life away. I don't know what that something is, though, and whenever I start to make a move to seek it out, I'm instead caught up by the comfortable sensation of my current life and how there isn't really any effort to it, no drive to change what I've got for something harder.
The easy path leads to the Dark Side, right?
I've had plans before, and even now they sit in the back of my head waiting for me, and I keep promising myself, "Someday."
"Someday I'll go to grad school."
"Someday I'll apply to work for a better airline."
"Someday I'll finish writing a novel, or even a short story."
"Someday I'll..."
But it's always "someday" and I keep pushing it off with the dismissive words of, "Not today, not right now. I've got other things to do right now, I've got more things to focus on, more pressing matters to attend to."
Only...are they really that pressing, that important? Or am I just giving in to the easy path and letting myself fall down that slope again, and again, and again?
Giving in is so easy.
Taking the first step is hard...but taking the steps after it? Sometimes that's even harder.
I'm trying.
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