I sleep later now in the morning because I know the exact routine in order every day to get ready before work without wasting any time deliberating what I have left to get done before I walk out the front door. This kind of routine - is good.
Alissa plainly tells me that routine is a good thing. I can’t seem to bring myself to agree, because the mantra to “experience life to the fullest, see new things, travel the world, do the unexpected, live spontaneously!” is still clinging to me from being a teenager. But I no longer am one, and I’ll be 21 before this year is over. A full fledged adult according to the US of A. The only restriction I can think of beyond 21 is that car rentals cost extra if you are under 25.
So, yes, legally, in most countries of the world, I am an adult. In my mind, I’m not completely ready to give in forever for daily routines that never change. I was unofficially asked if I would like to work full time for my present co-op job, at Pyxis Mobile in Waltham recently. For a few reasons, including the one above, I politely unofficially declined. For one, my work is worth more if I graduate from school. A degree makes me employable at many other places besides Pyxis. Two, working full time is one hell of a preview of what I might have to look forward to for the rest of my working adult life - the fact that I have very little time for myself; For 5 out of the 7 days a week, I will be looking forward to the weekend. The money I would be making is tempting and would certianly be beyond what most 20 year olds make these days, but I really don’t need money. Even though I’m not sure exactly how college will be paid off, I know eventually with loans it will get taken care of. What I do need is to cling on to the last of my young adult life. I want to travel. I want to have fun. I want excitement, instability, and unpredictablity. I want to make sure I’m still curious about what’s out there in the world. Not that my current job isn’t exciting, but in a different sense than what I’m speaking of. I know quite a few of my friends who are also on co-op right now are also experiencing this sentiment in some form or another, and some of them are definitely not handling it very well. What does it take to break a youthful mind into a working-class adult?
I can’t settle for the day-in-day-out routine just yet! The advice I seem to hear wispered to me more and more to “not start work immediately after graduating” and to “not graduate fast” seems to take on more meaning these days.
So I’ve been mulling over starting a my own blog now for awhile, but I haven’t acted until now since my web provider recently upped the storage space on my account. I rarely have been writing to my livejournal because when I started it almost 2 years ago, I was graduating from high school and had alot of expository writing ideas. From the start, I had aimed to have the livejournal not be a very “daily” account of my life, because at the time I felt like those kinds of things were trivial and unimportant for my “livejournal friends” to be reading.
I always mean to write about my experiences and thoughts but never end up doing it because I’ll end up doing something else with my free time. In starting this blog, I’m really trying to move forward with more enriching activities for myself instead of, say, playing Counter-Strike Source for hours at a time.
