When I Grow Up

The other day, I was talking with mummy in the car.

We were discussing further career options and academic pathways and all that stuff.

My parents aren't really supportive about my ambition. Admittedly, it isn't the smoothest road nor the most risk-free. But hey, it's my dream and it isn't that unreasonable.

So what if I choose a career that comes across to those 'frogs in a well' as unorthodox? Or my second choice isn't the most stable one around?

It's what I want to do, what I believe I will enjoy doing. I want to do this.

I get it that money is important in this world. Can't really live without money nowadays, not like those cavemen days where all you need to do was kill another cavemen, steal his femur, then go hunt a dinosaur or something.



And my choice will either crash and burn or provide a steady income.

But it's my choice so let me make it. I will bear whatever Karma decides to throw at me, be it good or bad.

Which reminds me, money issues.

*BEEP*

I don't think I'm ready to face it yet. I don't know how or what I am going to do, seriously. Just when I have a plan nicely laid out, someone or another will come and trample all over it again.

With spiked shoes to boot.

Nowadays, so many things are happening (and I'm not just talking about my future), I feel like hiding under a rock myself.



I think I'm gonna join those people who don't want to grow up. Stay a kid forever more.

Sounds awesome.

Kid,

~*JJ*~


P.S. : Screw Periodic Tables. Oh, and Spongebob rocks! :D

P.P.S. : I actually hate that PCD song.