Tonight, my aunt and uncle came over for dinner. What was the topic of conversation you ask? College.
Henrietta, where are you going to college? What do you want to major in? Do you want to go to graduate school? What do you want to be in life? What do you want to name your first-born child? These questions are rather nerve-racking. And there’s something y’all don’t know about me, I worry…about everything. So really, asking me all of these questions really isn’t helping me be a normal functioning person.

Now all I can think about is how I’m going to be homeless because I don’t know where I want to go to college or what I want to be, and because of that I’m going to develop a horrible drug addiction, because I won’t be able to live anywhere and I won’t have any money because no one hires crack heads to work for them.
I might be overreacting..just a little bit.

But really, everyone shoving college down my throat like it’s Thanksgiving turkey is killing me. Maybe I want to become a starving artist? or maybe I want to go to the Olympics? I mean I’d have to pick up painting to be a starving artist..and i’d probably have to pick up table tennis to be an Olympian…I guess college is the best option. But damn, my cranium is about to explode with all of this college talk.

You know what would solve all of this? If I was psychic,because then I would know what would happen and everything would be magical. I should work on making that happen.Soon.