Random rants and ramblings...

It’s all about the stories and experience. That’s what life should be, right? A fun-filled adventure! I think about the exciting people I know, and these are people that have been through a lot and have colorful stories to tell. Some of these people chose to travel the world, etc. while others just seem to have a lot of stuff randomly happen to them. You know, those people that make any small thing seem like a huge event, but in a good way. The people that hit a deer on the road, only the deer is wearing blue stockings on its antlers, and when it cracks the headlight, pure gold drops out from some manufacturing glitch.

I think about my “plan.” Finish school, get a job, yada yada. What if I just broke loose, hopped in my car or got a ticket to some form of transportation, and just took off? This sounds nice. You hear about it from time to time. But where am I going to get money and a job? I guess I could find a new strip club in some town every night. Nah, not gonna do that.

Maybe it’s just in the movies people go on these far-fetched journeys and meet other people just as wacky and wild. It sounds so great, and opportunities fall into place. “So I met this guy on the Greyhound that offered me a job at this unique new company in Albuquerque… then I hopped into the back of a semi and ended up on the beach” yeah, right. With my luck, I’d get stuck sitting next to some stinky homeless person on a bus to some miserable, forgotten state like Maine. I don’t know what I have against Maine… it just seems really boring. Alright, I should be optimistic and good things will come to me, right?

I’m fairly independent. I could do this stuff myself. But a partner in crime might be helpful too. It’s not often you find someone that would be willing to do something “crazy” these days though. Work and “life” seem to get in the way don’t they? If we really do only live once, then we better make damn good choices! I’ve been toying around with the idea of reincarnation, but that’s for another day. But regardless, here I am, with my one life I was given, wasting it away writing on my computer. I’m not swimming with the sharks or skydiving! And I might do those things someday. Someday. What a horrible word. Someday seems to perpetuate itself until “someday” has come and passed. So I’ll take note of this and try to change it.

Maybe. Sticking to college a few more years won’t be bad. I enjoy it mostly. Then when I get a “real job” I’ll be able to afford the things I actually want to do. And I’ll be a teacher. So I’ll have 3 months of freedom in the summer to do whatever the heck I want. Aha! I’ve solved my own problem. I can travel the world if I want to without any commitment! Sounds nice, anyways!