daines'n around

I've been trying to make friends. It isn't so easy for me to approach someone I've never met and find common ground. As a journalist I have no problem doing it. I have a reason to know about that person: to tell their story to people who need to hear it.

I'm often too honest with people. They aren't usually comfortable with it. Then there are the few people who are strangely attracted to it. Like lemmings pushing one another off a cliff in some sort of ritualistic bearing of souls, my life history is summed up in several sarcastic sentences about school, relationships, faith and some mock attempt at a future full of hope and aspiration.

I see people who have settled. I see people who have one, two college degrees who have settled into a job that pays for their rent and gym membership nicely. They don't seem to know what they want to do with themselves. They aren't older than me, but they act it. They settled into something and wonder if it was what they were supposed to settle into.

That's the question. Is this for me?

Well crap. What is? Am I supposed to tell myself this? No guidance counselor ever tells you that when you finish college, you'll be on your own. I was lucky enough to have been totally unattended to by career counselors at my university. I picked out all of my classes, arranged all of my work schedules and was driven by my ultimate desire to one day be a journalist.

I'm a copy editor, that's one step closer to my ultimate goal. There's more to do.

I took a few photos at a Recent church broomhockey activity.