Am I the only one who realizes the danger

of talking about
anything you've done or will or plan to?
Of anything created. Of whys.
Not to just anyone! Not to some strange Sarah on the phone for god knows what reason.

I don't have a plan for my life right now. I kind of do, but I don't know how much I can tell the Real Job Police. Cause they probably don't want to hear "I plan to go to grad school to pursue my dream of being a poet"
STAMPED: will-be-leaving, not-dedicated-to-this-job
But people always ask and so I tell them some things. Usually what I think they want to hear. And then if I can't tell what she's wanting, if I can't tell what this job is and how to get it...

I probably should have asked. Asked more and stopped answering the questions about why I chose my college. Where I see myself in 2 or 10 years. I mean, none of my explanations were working. Maybe she was a simpering robot anyway. Maybe one day I will be able to get through an interview without questioning my existence. But maybe I'll become a famous poet recluse. Or even an unknown poet just recluse who picks vegetables all day and roasts some of them and dehydrates the rest.


OH and after talking about my PASSION for WRITING my LOVE of WORDS my DREAM of BECOMING a poet, I was just like
maaaan
fuck all a that shit.

not really. but maybe really. i mean, who knows?!
I just wanna paint trees and watch shows sometimes! (and pick and put up vegetables)