It\’s impressive at 21, cute at 24, kinda sad and a let down at 27, and completely dull and pathetic at 30.
Time to come up with a new plan.
\”Dog fostering housewife\” is all I\’ve come up with so far.
I\’m not so fond of this responsible adult thing. It\’s disturbing that all my old psych evaluation files from when I was a teenager, even up to the age of 19 and 20, don\’t have me talking about my future at all. When the psychologist would ask me where I saw myself by the age of 25 or 30, I would say that I had no idea — maybe I would be alive, maybe I would be dead, because accidents and such happen and I\’m not a fortune teller. Well then, the psychologists would ask, what are your long term goals? \”To get out of therapy and find a way to get my body to stop being gimpy.\” I\’ve accomplished maybe half that, but I\’ve never had a career goal — not a one. Closest I\’ve had was when I was working in the sex industry, and that goal always dealt with keeping my weight down.
I really like the idea of being a dog fostering housewife. It\’s better than a lot of alternatives.
