I am officially having my mid twenties crisis. A year or two early, but when these things happen you just have to let the nausea and the fear and the anxiety wash over you until they stop. No one can predict an existential crisis, just roll with it.
I’ve had this conversation with a few people now but the question ‘What do you want to do with your life?’ has begun to take on a whole new terrifying meaning. For one thing, what happens if I don’t know? People make it sound like I’m running out of time, the ticky tocky clock of life is running down and if I don’t chose in the next year I get stuck with whatever dead end job I find myself in at the time.
And I can’t help but feel this is entirely because I can’t stop focusing on the things I can’t do.
"You can’t draw, you can’t write and you can’t socialise for shit so you’d never get around to ever actually meeting or talking with anybody that could help you. Now sit down and apply for some more customer service jobs."
Since this nagging voice sounds a lot like my mother I’ve also started to develop some horrible sort of resentment towards her which is equally distressing.
I’ll just go into town on my own tomorrow and buy some comics instead. Seeing as I have no friends to share them with.