A Thought

Today, as I sat in Modernism taking notes on a lecture about The Cherry Orchard I had a thought. Nancy was preaching in her grandiose way about the rising lower class, and I was daydreaming about my future. I thought to myself, "What is the worst possible thing that could happen if I quit school to travel wherever I pleased?"

I figure that I could do odds jobs like dishwashing, or street performance, or selling roses on the highway. I could then use this money to just do WHATEVER.

The way I see it, money can always be earned back, but time can't. Someday I will be old and unable to move and I'll think back to the weeks where I was holed up in my room writing essays and studying for exams and wish that at the time I'd have said, "Fuck it. I'm going to the zoo."

Unfortunately, I'm too much of a scaredy to actually pursue this little dream. Not to mention, I would be deemed a failure to my family who has had me in check since the days when I was little and wouldn't leave my bed in the morning until I had announced that I was awake and waited for my mother to say, "Ok, Jess... Well, you can get out of bed..."

I suppose I'll just wait for the day that someone delivers me an envelope filled with millions of dollars and the keys to my very own airplane.

In the meantime, I shall sit here and write essays, and study, and choreograph, and block scenes, and do all of the other now-important and later-arbitrary things that people in my life expect me to do.