Many thanks for reading
B xxx
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It’s amazing how the culmination of momentous events cascade
together, imperceptibly mating with the tiniest of choices to force us down
paths never even considered.
If I hadn’t decided on going through with college in
England, I’d have remained buried and forgotten in California.
If I hadn’t been late to that one mediocre lecture in the entirety
of my three year course, then I’d have never hurriedly wedged myself next to
Amanda.
But I did. And she said hello.
And nearly six years later, we’re sharing a prissy little flat
while she’s successfully pursuing an insane Quality Control career… and I’m
merely biding my time working shitty hours for an insurance company because I’m
too afraid of failing at being a teacher.
Pathetic, isn’t it? Seriously pathetic. I’ll quite happily
set myself up in a foreign country halfway across the globe, and yet
monumentally fall apart when it comes to something so simple as a career.
At this particular juncture in all my 27 years of [primarily
idiotic] choices, I’ve lost the confidence for practically everything.
Funny how quickly things can change.
