A little bit country, a little bit of Rock and Roll

Things I need:

• A job
• A life
• Something to do in the afternoon
• A serious nap.

I'm pretty sure I used to be somewhat... artsy. Nowadays all I do is half assed arts and crafts with my little sister. I feel stagnant, like I haven't produced or done anything worth being proud of in a while. Post-college, sans job, I feel like a deadbeat with no beat. complain, complain, complain, it's all I ever do.

I tell myself it's ok to slouch around for a little while, trying to figure myself out. Because really? I have absolutely no clue. I don't know what I want to do, I don't even know what kinds of things I want to do. I don't know what I enjoy and what makes me feel like a viable human being. And that's ok. Everyone needs to take some time to do these sorts of things all the time... At least, in movies they always do... And I guess it's better I take the time out to do it now rather than 30 years from now (although figuring this out 4 years ago instead of now would have been a better idea). Knowing me, I'll decide something and a handful of eyars later change my mind again. It's a bad habit but I guess it's only human.

And seriously, holy hell, it just took me 5 minutes and a calculator for me to decide if I'm 22 or 23. I keep forgetting... Which is strange. Does this mean I'm getting to that girly age where I start denying how old I am? Nah, I've always had trouble remembering how old I am. Ever since I was 15 when people ask my first instinct is to say whatever number comes to mind first. Either way, time is passing and my "it's ok to figure myself out" time is waning.

Dear world, what am I going to do with myself?