The Future

It had finally been four months since graduation and my life was finally going somewhere. I had met a girl named April Daniels. She was perfect. Just like a cliche everything changed once I met her. We luckily met right after I got an internship with an engineer who was only 30 minutes away from my house. It was lucky because then I could actually tell someone for the first time I was going somewhere. We started dating and she decorated my house since I had MY OWN money for once and it was perfect. She calls me on my shit but actually cares about what I do with my life. She somehow gets along with my parents which is weird but it makes my life so much better. I no longer have to worry about the direction of my life or people harping on me being lazy when I was simply undirected. I finally have direction and a future- things did fall in to place like I always knew.

It was the 7th of month. I had just graduated two days ago. After I figured that I had no way of getting to my interview I never called the engineer back. Every day since graduation I kept living it up- drinking and hooking up. I graduated with a major in business but knew nothing about business or what I would do with a business degree. Then, out of no where, I decided to move. I bought a house since I once again gave up trying to please my parents and reverted back to only calling when I needed money. I bought a house, but had no idea what to do with it. I didn't have any furniture from my apartment, no job to support the payments, and even no idea how to keep up with house. What a good idea, once again. So after I bought my house, I moved in only my bed and one chair that I owned and kept up my usual crap. When I got to this point all I could think was how everything I had done was supposed to be preparing me for my future and this is how I ended up. How in the hell did this happen?

Time for Vacation

The night of The Floyd concert I went home and went straight to bed. I was so tired from making all the plans for my non-existent future and I was also extremely drunk. That night I dreamt of the perfect vacation. Somehow my city had acquired an airport and I got a flight across the country. Right when I got off the plane I got a taxi and went straight to my interview. The engineer ended up being extremely chill and understanding of my life and life choices. He gave me the internship after the interview and said I could start the minute I graduated. Right after my interview I went to the beach, weather was perfect, water was perfectly blue, and of course to top it all off I met the girl of my dreams. She wasn't like the slutty girl of my dreams where she's just hot and no brains- she was hot, not slutty, and cared about my future that I now had. Right as I was leaving the beach with her to our first date (not to hook up like every other girl), I woke up, back in my shitty apartment, with no future and no girl. Awesome. As usual I went on a morning run to try and sober up as well as blow off all my anger about my non-internship situation. As I was running I saw a girl who I later found out was Lucy Collins. She was laying in a alley when I was about to run over and help her and be a good samaritan, she got up and yelled "FUCK YOU!" Well there goes my help! I turned right around and kept on running. What the hell is up with girls these days? They are legitimately crazy and all I ever try to do is be nice.

Flying

After more contemplation about my future, I decided to make a move. I did some research and decided that my best bet to make the most money was to become an engineer. However, as everyone knows, I have done nothing in school except skate by. So I decided to attempt to intern for an engineer and then try and skate by and get all the experience I need without a degree in engineering. During this process I realized how successful I can be when I actually try. I got an interview set up with an engineer but with one problem- his office is all the way on the other side of the country. Of course my city does not have an airport and the closest airport is three hours away and all their flights are booked. Sadly money is not the problem since my parents will most definitely pay for it the minute I ask. I have reached a roadblock since I can't fly out there to do this damn interview. As soon as I start working on my future I get stopped by a stupid reason- not being able to fly. After that I just got super pissed and decided to go to a concert and get super drunk. Maybe there I would find some sort of a future- well a distraction at least. When I went The Floyd concert, drama broke out and some band member named Pink got stabbed. In that moment, even through my drunken state, seeing that got to me. I realized you truly never know when you are going to die. I really need to get my ducks in a row and figure out my future before I end up always getting drunk and dying without having accomplished anything- but I still can't fly.