Today has been...

one of those days where I'm on a rampage against society's generalist attitudes. Some things are just not for everybody, and shouldn't be FORCED on everybody. Example: Biology. I am not a Punnett-square-doing, genotype-calculating type of girl. I am the sit-at-home-being-tragic-writing-a-life-story-no-one-will-ever-read kind of girl. It's just what I do, I dunno. But I mean the thing is, I'm good at languages. I get the whole concept of parts of speech and all that rot. I can write an entire epic novel without using a single trite phrase. I can tell you the proper usage of any word you give me in a heartbeat. But I can't tell you what percentage of second generation chicken offspring will have spots.

I've come to realize...

...that the things that matter to me don't matter to society, or to colleges, or to my parents. I get accused of being emo when I ask the question I think everyone really wants answered: what's the point? Honestly, in the grand scheme of things, we're each just one person in a huge indifferent world, in an unfathomably large universe, in a continuum of endlessly progressing time. How arrogant do you have to be to really think your meaningless office job, your monthly salary, your college degree- any of that- matters? We're all just a mash up of blood and carbon anyway. So why bother? All I want to do is lay on my car listening to classic rock on the airstrip of an abandoned airport. When I'm dying, I want to have things worth looking at when my life flashes before my eyes. Not four years of useless formal education, not a meaningless desk job, none of that matters to me. All I want is to do something beautiful with my life. If someone tries for some reason to make a movie out of my life some day, I want it to be something extraordinary,something that opens minds, so that everyone who sees it will realize there are bigger things to think about than the rent.