When the World Stops Spinning

There's a new show on HBO, called Girls, and it's about these young twenty-something's living in New York City after college and the antics that make up their broke, exciting existences. The main character, a 24 year old intern at publishing house who has an extensive vocabulary, tattoo's of childrens' book characters, and an English degree. Minus the tattoos, she's who I could be in 2 years.

Look, I get that my degree(s) are mostly pointless, that I will spend a whole lot of time figuring out what I want to do with my life then actually going and doing it. I have spent 4+ years defending the choice to have a major in something that does not guarantee a job ever, let alone a job right out of college. I don't actually relish in the idea of being poor, working in retail/food service, while being able to quote Shakespeare, Joyce, or Austen. That's why I double-majored.

So the answer the dagger-like question I get more than anything (what will you do after graduation) has become a simple one: I will figure it out. I'll look for a job, I'll get an internship, I'll work hard, I'll make contacts, have interviews, and probably spend a lot of time getting rejected and failing. I haven't the slightest idea what I want to do. But then again, does anyone really know?

Because as I sit on my bed, with hundreds of books staring back at me, all I want to do is pull one off the shelf and read it. That's the answer. I want to read. Unfortunately, few people make a living off of this so I'm back to square one. But I will figure it out. Or I won't. Either way, I'll be fine. When school ends in precious few weeks, I'll figure it out.