I have started telling people that I don't know what to do with my life. This is partially to stave off any questions I won't be able to answer, and partially to see if they might have some wisdom to impart. Also I like to make people feel better about their over-achieving lives, cause I'm giving, but that's besides the point. When I was a teenager, I had zero patience for advice. No one could possibly understand the complexity going on in my head. I was going places. No one ever loved like I did etc etc. I ran from all suggestions, especially from my parents and much older brother. Now, when I could really use someone to tell me what to do, they assume I can and should fend for myself. What a revolting development this is.
Let me get one thing straight, I have no idea what color my parachute is. If you are in your twenties and haven't honed on your life's ambition, someone has suggested you read this book. It's a thick book filled with worksheets and diagrams, and it makes me nervous. I have a theory that no one has actually read this book. Someone in your life that you respect suggests it, so run right out and buy it, cause successful cousin Amanda wouldn't steer you wrong. You put it on the nightstand fully intending to make it part of your nightly routine. Let the healing begin. There it sits while you read just one more chapter in your Twilight book (I'm not saying this is what I did, or anything). Next time someone suggests this book, ask them if they have read it themselves, if not (and I'm banking on not) see if it can be verified that the person who suggested it to them has read it. Please report back, cause I am taking a poll. I am in search of the uncaused cause in the world of parachute coloring. This could be the greatest money-making coup of all time, and I'm going to get to the bottom of it.
I digress. In the meantime, please let me know if you have any thoughts the don't include diagramming.
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