Today, I have been asked for advice.
You know, I know, it's been said before about advice. How all people look for is reassurance and an ear and all. But when it's a direct question in a brief message, I just don't know how to respond. Because no answer will be the right one. To be honest, I'm not probably not the best person to ask for advice - do I look like I know what I want to do with my life? Do I really seem like the best person to play relationship guru or careers advisor? Do I ever take a risk with anything?
Back in school, for a personal and social studies lesson, we got handed out our future careers. The cards were dealt, just like that, no choice or preference or previous experience necessary. One of the cleverest girls in our class was a fish monger at a supermarket. It was supposed to teach us about budgeting and finance and working out what you can afford in your life and how to spend money wisely, I think. I was a careers advisor; I wanted to be the bookshop owner. Bookshops are always quite calming, I find and the small ones often have a charming air of character Even the biggest ones, on the middle of a main shopping street inside there's a sense of serenity. But I wasn't the bookshop owner; I was a careers advisor. It was good pay and decent holidays - I worked in schools, so I'd have the same days off as the kids. But a life of telling people what they should do with their life? Somehow, I don't think that's the right job for me, even if it did get me a decent car, mortgage and enough to keep a dog and a cat on top of essential monthly expenses.
Do I take the safe route, or the devastating route? Do we stay together or do we split apart? Do I lead the life which I will be so perfectly qualified for or do I take the road less travelled and attempt to find a more meaningful, less stable yet potentially more fufilling life?
I do not know the answer to these questions. Whether it be for myself, or someone else. I just don't know. There's all the time in the day to waste on trashy television, but not enough time in the world to just talk about the real life. It feels like living on borrowed time, always waiting for sometime later. Exams, essays and education seem so pitifully petty in the face of the rest of it. What use is a degree if you don't know what you want to do with it?
You know, I know, it's been said before about advice. How all people look for is reassurance and an ear and all. But when it's a direct question in a brief message, I just don't know how to respond. Because no answer will be the right one. To be honest, I'm not probably not the best person to ask for advice - do I look like I know what I want to do with my life? Do I really seem like the best person to play relationship guru or careers advisor? Do I ever take a risk with anything?
Back in school, for a personal and social studies lesson, we got handed out our future careers. The cards were dealt, just like that, no choice or preference or previous experience necessary. One of the cleverest girls in our class was a fish monger at a supermarket. It was supposed to teach us about budgeting and finance and working out what you can afford in your life and how to spend money wisely, I think. I was a careers advisor; I wanted to be the bookshop owner. Bookshops are always quite calming, I find and the small ones often have a charming air of character Even the biggest ones, on the middle of a main shopping street inside there's a sense of serenity. But I wasn't the bookshop owner; I was a careers advisor. It was good pay and decent holidays - I worked in schools, so I'd have the same days off as the kids. But a life of telling people what they should do with their life? Somehow, I don't think that's the right job for me, even if it did get me a decent car, mortgage and enough to keep a dog and a cat on top of essential monthly expenses.
Do I take the safe route, or the devastating route? Do we stay together or do we split apart? Do I lead the life which I will be so perfectly qualified for or do I take the road less travelled and attempt to find a more meaningful, less stable yet potentially more fufilling life?
I do not know the answer to these questions. Whether it be for myself, or someone else. I just don't know. There's all the time in the day to waste on trashy television, but not enough time in the world to just talk about the real life. It feels like living on borrowed time, always waiting for sometime later. Exams, essays and education seem so pitifully petty in the face of the rest of it. What use is a degree if you don't know what you want to do with it?
On the jukebox: The White Stripes ~ I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself - hmm, poledancing...?
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