This one's probably going to be long. Two major parts though, so here's the first one.
I don't want to be an art major.
Okay, that probably didn't need to be in large text all dramatic like, but I figured it grabs people's attention.
I've had a sudden epiphany a day or so ago, and I have no idea what I want to do with my life.
I know most 'young adults' are in the same situation I'm in, but I feel like I was late to the party. Being gun-ho on graphic design (a field I know NOTHING about) and ready to take every art class imaginable. I've started two, and I realized I don't want to learn every aspect of art. Or the history of it. I mean, I'm open to learning new things, but I don't want to make this my life. Truth be told, it was quite frightening when I realized it. I immediately thought of alternatives.
Teacher?
I do love the idea of teaching kids, maybe even more than comics and blogging.
Shitty part is, I have NO IDEA WHAT I COULD TEACH.
If there was a "Life Basics" elective in high schools I could teach that shit. I'd continue to use my golden rule: "Do as I say, not as I do".
However, that requires CONSTANT learning and lots of other hard things. Years of work. Next.
Therapist?
I forgot to mention all older versions of me have gone bald on top. It's sort of a prediction if I don't end up shaving it all off. The therapist/helping job seems rewarding and would feed my hero complex, but I think I'd end up being incredibly upset or depressed from that line of work. Also, that may even be more work than a teacher. I'd have to maybe even become a doctor. Ew. I can't doctor things.
Then I ran out of ideas for my future because I don't have that much in mind.
I just thought, "...fuck this, I just want to draw things on the internet" and that was that.
To admit my lack of brains, I only learned yesterday what a liberal arts degree ACTUALLY is.
...actually, I just googled it, and now I'm not sure again. Though I felt like it was just a degree of having x amount of credits and not having a main focus. I like that idea. I like it a lot.
Maybe one day I'll have a better idea, but for now, I need to schedule an appointment with my college counselor and work some stuff out.
NOW IN CASE YOU FORGOT, THERE'S A PART 2. RIGHT NOW.
I FEEL FUNNY.
As the picture may entail, it's not a good kind of funny.I can't pinpoint where or why, but it's happened right as the new semester started. It's been a combination of a few odd things here and there.
Every day coming home from classes, despite having hours of free time, just spent it doing almost nothing. I have been constantly tired. I've fallen asleep on my couch pretty much every night before my dad wakes me up and tells me I should move to my bed.
I've been basically 'napping' around 7-8pm and end up sleeping at like 9, to wake up at 5:30am. I also wake up a few times during the night, and just immediately go back to sleep. Some of it is from dreams.
To add onto this, I really haven't remembered a dream in what feels like months, maybe even a year.
For the last 2 weeks, I've been having dreaming every night, and remembering most of them. It's a weird variety. Stuff like going on dates while commenting on KFC (which is an ice cream place now) telling almost all my close friends I have lung cancer, and demanding more food from robots which makes me some rebel leader in Disneyland or something. Some are nice, but most have been depressing/bizzare. I've learned to forget most of them now.
Anyways, I haven't had a sleep pattern like this in years. I mean, it's 7:51, and I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open. I know I'd just wake up before the sun is up if I went to bed now though.
Though besides all of that...I just feel off. Not right. It may have to do with the constant thinking about the rest of my life, which now that I think about it more makes a lot of sense.
I need to do less thinking. Except I have no desire to do much else. I know I have reading and sketches to do, but none of it is top priority. Just...thinking.
A good reality check'll clear things up.
With that said, I totally need a job.
Any job.
Willing to change sleep patterns. Again.
Preferably without heavy lifting, but beggars can't be choosers.
OKAY, SO ON THE BRIGHTER END OF THIS SHIT-FILLED POST:
I've gotten my music back on track.
I am no longer trying to find some kind of pop or club hit to randomly motivate me/make me dance. I downloaded another Mad Caddies album, and man they rock. Also, The Protomen. Just...dear lord. They're astounding. Both of these artists blast out of my car stereo at the moment, and I don't care who in New Haven doesn't like it on the way home from school.
Okay...I do sort of care. People get shot in New Haven, man.
Or at the least, judged.
Being judged is just as bad.