I have never noticed before how irritating the thought of my future is. It frightens me that I can never have total control over it. I am not able to predict or plan anything. And then your parents start getting on your nerves by asking you permanently what you’re going to do after school. Well, my answer is: I’d like to keep on breathing- but oh well, you never can be sure, do you? And then they all start proposing you professions like my dad occassionally does:”Well, I like the idea of you being a journalist.” And then mum stares at him with that are-you-nuts-stare and replies:”Are you nuts? She’s going to study law- end of discussion.” And then my little brother usually whispers:”You still don’t get it. She’s going to marry a wealthy dumbass.”
So why worry? They all have already found out what’s best for me. They have the perfect idea of my future life. The only question that pops up in my head:
So where am I in this plan?