What are all these nights of piled procrastination going to add up to in the end? Despite some crazy dreams I may have as an English buff, there’s a low likelihood that I’ll become a world-renown editor-in-chief of any sort. I’m more likely headed toward some kind of menial, $40k average job and I’m beginning to wonder whether or not I’ll be able to handle that. Although the whole “just marry a rich guy” is a funny backup plan for most girls to blurt while they talk with their girl friends, it’s pretty stupid and really unrealistic. Think about it – how easy is it going to be for you to snag one of those rich guys anyway? And how often do you even run into rich people these days? They have their own exclusive world of old money that we’re pretty much not welcome into. Of course I’m generalizing here, but that’s just what I’ve gathered from my experience with rich peeps. 

So if I can’t manage to continue living the more luxurious life I’ve been provided by my parents, what’s the next best thing I should be looking forward to? If I’m already expecting to struggle to make ends meet with my pay from a nine to five, maybe I should be working on fixing other aspects of my life (to make at least that easier for myself). 

I’m beginning to find some sadistic humor in our goals in life. When a kid tells us his dream is to become the President of the United States, we might chuckle to ourselves but we’ll commend him for having such big dreams and wish him the best of luck. As that kid grows older, he’ll probably realize that his chance of actually becoming President is slim to none (or that politics are a bunch of hullabaloo). Why is it then, that we’re older now and yet we still have similarly unrealistic dreams? I’m sure that not too many of you reading this are hoping to become the next G.W, but a lot of the people I know dream of owning that nice big house with the freshly cut lawn and maybe even a picket fence to surround the property. But do we ever think of how? We don’t tend to look forward to putting in those hours at work to earn that money to buy that house that you’ll be too busy working to actually enjoy. That’s why your dog will be the one indulging in those Brazilian Cherry hardwood floors you had installed while you’re staring down some computer screen in an 8×8 gray cubicle. 

I realize that there are so many things wrong about what I’m saying here. I know that not everybody dreams of money and I also realize that a lot of people are more realistic than myself. I just thought it was an interesting topic that I could babble on about for a decent entry. Oh, and I’d like to add that I’m not as pessimistic as all this may have made me sound. 

PS, I kinda can’t believe that I used the word “peeps.”