These past couple days, I've been feeling pretty down. I recently found out that I am on Academic Alert, because my GPA for my first semester of college was 1.0.
So I got to thinking about my life and where it's headed. All my life, I've been facinated by animals and thier behavior. Once I found out that I lacked the patience to be a computer programmer, I though of this and decided to go into that particular field. However, as I went threw my first semester of college, I began to realize that my heart wan't really into it.
Outside of class, while others were studying, I was playing video games. While others worked on assignments, I watched TV.
That is why I find myself here, thinking about what the future holds for me.
I don't like reality. The realities that I read in books or see on T.V. are much more interesting. So I figure, why not create out a reality that I would much rather be living in?
In other words: be an author.
I tell my dad this, and what does he say?
"That's a very bad idea."
"You can't live off of that."
"Get a job where you know you have a future."
That what he haid about the animas before that, and the computers before that.
That he kept saying to my brother before he started his own buisness as a massage therapist.
I understand that he just wants me to be sucessful, but what's the point of success if your not happy?
I find my happiness in these false realities that I thrust myself into. All the videogames, and television shows and movies, and books: they make me happy. I figure that if I can create my own false reality that's compelling and well-written, maybe, just maybe, I'll be all the more happier.
My dad says that he's just being realistic.
But honestly, where's the fun in that?