| timrehix ( @ 2008-04-21 15:38:00 |
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Maudlin Thinking
I want to go to college. I think about it all the time. The other night I had a dream I was talking to an admissions person. It’s just a lot of money I don’t have. The last school I talked to about taking online classes and it cost $1,200.00 for a three credit class.
The ideal situation would be to quit my job and go to school in the classroom full time. This is impossible.
If I go back to school it will probably be with a huge loan and one class at a time online while working full time.
Blake is in school. He is about to start on his masters degree. He will be going to school full time and working full time. I am barely working full time and the idea of doing this and going to school at all stresses me out. I hate being supported by my boyfriend, I feel like a leach. I could handle being supported by my parents, I would still feel like a leach but they have a genetic connection, where as with Blake I feel like I am using him for his money.
When I look in to the future I see myself fat, bald, ugly, and homeless laying in a gutter. Blake doesn’t like it when I say that I am going to grow up to be a hobo because he says it makes him think I want to break up with him. That makes me think about how I couldn’t afford to live on my own, and that leads to me being a leach, with leads to feelings of worthlessness which lead to the hobo image.
I think I would like to live on my own. I like the idea of starting with an empty home and slowly filling it with my stuff. As the space gets filled it becomes more and more me. But I don’t want to leave Blake. Every year I want that tinny apartment more and more. I look around my house and it is filled with Blake’s things and Blake’s history. I am in there but it’s like an addendum to Blake’s journey through life instead of my own. In reality it is Blake’s house not mine. Even if I did move out I would barely be able to afford rent, not to mention utilities, car, food, or college.
I am 26 years old. Assuming I live to be 80 years old. I figure I will probably be an old fogity man for the last 20. I imagine my uncle Eddie, a man who stopped living long before he died. He had diabetes and bowel control issues. So I have lived almost half my substantial years already. I figure things really get started after college. That’s when you start working in you chosen vocation, start making some money and because I don’t plan on having kids, start making the disposable income needed to follow my passions, like going to Europe. I would love to travel. But the longer I wait to start college the older I will be when I finish, and the less time I will have to be an adult in my prime.
I realize I could live to be 102 in perfect health or get hit by a truck tomorrow, but I still feel like I am being delayed. And that expiration date is looming out there some where, and I am being dragged to it. I want to accomplish something amazing before I kick. It doesn’t have to be a big amazing like a best selling book or finding a cure for something. It can be just a little amazing like waking up in a hotel room just in time to see a sun rise over Paris on a spur of the moment trip.
I have been in a funk lately. Maybe it will pass. I think I am having a mid life crisis. Of course that makes me think of 40 year olds buying new cars, which makes me wonder where I will be when I am 40. Will I have a new car? Or will I be sleeping in a gutter some where?