tumblr’s all fun and games and then you realize it’s four a.m. and you have three tests tomorrow and you’ve accomplished nothing and your whole life is a lie
- January : Maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year.
- December : I'm so sick of watching the minutes pass as I go nowhere.
I want to do something that scares the absolute shit out of me.
There are so many things I’m completely terrified of doing. There’s the obvious adrenaline rush of skydiving or bungee jumping but I think it goes a bit further than that. I’ve grown up living a relatively sheltered and safe life with the walls of conformity kind of governing everything I do. I grew up, I went to school, I got a part-time job.
But more than anything I want to wake up one morning, and completely fuck up my entire scheduled existence. I want to have several obligations that morning and just say “Ya know what? No! Fuck you!! I’m buying a plane ticket to fuckin’ India!!”, then dig into my savings and hop on the plane that night. Where will I sleep? I don’t know! How will I get home? Who knows?! I want to quit a job I’ve worked for and join peace corps to build houses for a payment of three meals a day in Somalia. I want to do something completely sporadic and irresponsible.
I want to be faced with not knowing what’s going to happen next. I want to be excited for the next day while being absolutely terrified if my life will still be there when I come back.