Forever de Young

"Oh, so you're graduating pretty soon then, right? What are your plans for afterward? I mean, what are you planning on doing with your life?"

Yeah, that one doesn't get old. I know they just mean well (maybe) and just want to start a conversation (probably) and are just trying to deflect the attention from their own lives onto the imminent failure of my own (most likely). Yet that doesn't mean that question and its various forms don't find a way under my skin, mainly because I have no idea what I'm going to do. Also included in this are the disbelieving, almost pitying looks I receive when I say that I'm an English major who doesn't want to teach, but wants to write. This is usually followed by "So, what do you REALLY want to do? I mean, writing. Pfft. You could never make a living off that like, say, I am in my ultra-successful desk job that makes me want to jump off of the roof of a building."

I've never really been concerned about what I would do after graduation, but thanks to you wonderful conversationalists who so clearly have your own lives worked out, I feel an immense pressure to succeed.

I will therefore, become a painting impersonator. (How's THAT for a montrously ineffective transition?)

The best part is that this wasn't even planned. I just showed up and found my doppelganger all set and ready to be photographed.
I'm planning on adding more pictures I took at the museum later on when my computer isn't harassing me for being used.


In the meanwhile, don't save that cubicle next to you, dear office worker. I won't be there.