Ramblings 1

On Procrastination and the Future

Man, I sure am lucky I'm smart.

I don't care about school. I hardly try at all. I procrastinate. I don't study for tests. I don't do extra credit work. I do the bare minimum, and just that. My goal is only to pass- just get a D, so I can move on to the next grade, and the next, and the next, and so on until I graduate high school.

I don't want to go to college. God knows my parents would kill me if I don't. But I just don't see a reason to. I'm sure I can find some job, some career, some way to make money.

Maybe I won't even need a job to get money. Maybe I'll learn to count cards and win big at Blackjack. Maybe I'll become a master thief. Maybe I'll make a living doing odd jobs for my neighbors.

Maybe I won't even have neighbors- maybe I'll live on the streets and be a drifter, a vagabond. Never sure where my next meal is coming from, just being satisfied if it comes at all.

Maybe I'm being absurd. Maybe while I sit here thinking about what I'm going to do, I'll graduate high school, go to college, get a job, get a house, get a husband, have kids, and watch them live out their equally mundane and predictable lives.

Maybe I'll kill myself so I don't have to face such a horrible fate.

I know I'll somehow manage in the end. I always do. But for now, I just have to focus on passing eighth grade. It's not really an issue- I have straight A's.

Like I said, I sure am lucky I'm smart.