Tagged: existential crisis

Buckets of Rain, Buckets of Tears

Late last week, my brain kind of exploded. I should have known it was about time for my annual existential crisis. I have them so regularly that I should start advertising and selling tickets in advance. This one was kind of my boss’ fault. Well. His fault and Hitler’s.

Adolf Hitler in Yugoslavia.

Like everything bad in this world.

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I Thought About Dying in Your Arms Tonight

The trouble with vacations is that they give you way too much time to think. I just came back from a vacation that I spent sitting around reading books, eating things that were frighteningly orange, making lists, and having an existential meltdown.

Long story short, I’m graduating in May with no idea what to do with my life and it recently occurred me that eventually I’m going to be old and decrepit. (I’m fun!) How easy would it be to get stuck in some job I feel apathetic towards and waste decades of life? SO EASY, is the answer to that. I know this is absurd and that it doesn’t matter what I pick because I can change my mind. I keep telling myself that, but it isn’t working. The only thing I’m sure I’ll be when I graduate is the kind of obnoxiously pretentious person who claims to have existential crises. The point of this story is that I’ve had a relapse of the second-to-worst kind.

Pre-war Bayer heroin bottle, originally contai...

This is the worst kind.

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