They say to make a popular blog you absolutely have to narrow down your topic to a very sharp point. I only like sharp points in arguments and/or fights. I dropped out of LSU because they wanted me to pick a major my freshman year. WTF? I am 18 years old and I don’t know ass from a hole in the ground and you want me to tell you what I want to do for the REST OF MY LIFE?
I thought they must have been kidding or had too much caffeine but no, they literally wanted me to narrow down everything I wanted to be when I grew up into one thing. That’s the one of the most stupid things I have ever heard and those people must never have heard the saying, “youth is wasted on the young”.
There was no way I knew what I wanted to be. Here it is, thirty years later, and I’m still wondering/wandering. It is not at all that I am unintelligent. I am far from that, which is why I knew better, instinctively, not to be rash in that decision. Besides that, I had just gotten freedom from the oppressive, abusive, stress-riddled, loveless house where I grew up. I mean, I had to still live there and go home there every night, but when I started college, my strict-ass parents were forced to allow me more room to move.
And here’s the problem with strict parents: Once the kid gets free of you, THEY LOSE THEIR FUCKING MINDS. They get completely drunk on freedom and they get completely drunk on alcohol and in my case, any illegal substance I could get into my body. Plus, I had a boyfriend I needed to follow around to make sure he didn’t cheat on me.