When You're Not Looking

At the end of some days, I just want to stop trying, to stop trying to find an answer by pressing keys and moving a cursor around a box, to stop trying to make everything fit. I mean, if everything doesn't fit, maybe the bag's too small, right? I just want to curl up with a good book or a good song or a good person and forget. Forget about a Bachelor's, about salaries, about taxes. And just be one of those people who is incredibly happy with or without university accreditation.

At the end of other days, I put a top coat on my toe nails and call it a day.

Sometimes I do both.

But really, college isn't too blame.

I see what I want, and I want it. Damn practicality! I've been practical enough.

That said, I'm going to go find an undeveloped, undiscovered bullshit acreage that most be left somewhere inside myself for an Economics paper. Sometimes, I worry that I'm going to run out. And then, I realize that's probably impossible.

posted by molly @ 9:43 PM