i officially have a blog.
so, yesterday, i was in a strangely good mood. has life become that draining and complicated that i now have to question my own happiness? is this what your twenties are about? questioning and justifying your happiness? i was having a conversation with someone last night about how in your twenties, you start to encounter certain types of conversations, like when introducing yourself/being introduced to someone and you’re automatically asked the bizarre and adult like question, “so, what do you do?”. what if i don’t do anything? what if i want to fabricate some sort of profession and tell grand tales of my fictitious world travels? i just feel bad when people ask me what i do. because that’s just it. i don’t do anything. i don’t have a job that i love, or even like for that matter, i have no degree, no immediate prospects. but i’m pretty happy. for the most part. that’s gotta count for something, right?
