Living without a piece of care is like not living very much ya know? Who did this? Why me? Where am I? Who am I? Am I loved? Am I cared for? Am I just one person more? Where will I be in the next 5 or so years?
Ugh, I hate that fucking question.
It’s the question that all teachers always ask their students
“Where do you see yourself in the next 5 or 10 years?”
“I’ll be married”- says Tiffany
“I’ll have a stable job and my own home” – says Omar
“I don’t fucking know” – Says no one, ever.
We just think it.
It’s not the norm to not know what the fuck will happen in the next 5 or 10 years. It’s also not the norm to share what you truly want.
“I wanna travel the world” – says, maybe some adventurous brave soul.
“I wanna be a star” – says, one out of 10 confident people.
“I’m gonna be true to myself” – says, no one ever.
Why would they?
It’s not the right answer to the teachers questions. They always say “Oh there is no right and wrong answer”, then they correct your answer afterwards. Saying that is the literal equivalent to saying “no offense but..” right before offending you.
“Oh cool you wanna be a star but guess what? That’s unrealistic and inconvenient, nobody wants to hear that. So, like, you’re a female, right? So, instead strive to getting married and having a job and a family of 3 kids and getting divorced or something, it’s much more realistic and likely to happen. So, I’ll ask you again, where do you see yourself in the next 5 or so years?”
Drowning in a bathtub.
Drowning on myself.
Drowning in myself.
“I’ll have a great job and I’ll be married!” – says me.
Karuchan 