I don’t know what I want to do with my life anymore. I thought microbiology, but I just don’t know. I love writing. If only stupid fat Americans didn’t sit in front of the tube all day and rot. Maybe then there would be an actual market for writing. But there really isn’t. Know how I know? ‘Cause my mom’s a writer. She’s good, too. She’s won an upward of four national contests, has a massive amount of respect from members in the writing field, and her work is just...good. But has she been published? No. Not in seven goddamned years. Has she made a dime? No, she’s lost money. The only reason she can do it is because my dad has a job with a sturdy income. As for me, I need to look ahead at my life and figure out what I can do without relying on the possibility of having a significant other who would support me. That just wouldn’t do. I have to be able to take care of myself. I want to also be able to contribute financial stability for my future family. That’s VERY important to me.

Now, if you’re lucky, you can make as much as my mom’s friend, Kay. She makes enough to support herself alone, without kids, and live in an apartment in downtown Denver. And APARTMENT BY HERSELF!!! That’s great for her, I guess. I’d need a little more than that if I wanted a family.

And if you’re really, really lucky–luckier than a person would be if they won the lottery twice–you could be J.K. Rowling and make five-hundred million dollars on your first three published books and have four more books on the way with a promise to be published.And no, I don’t want to write for television. T.V. fucking sucks. I have a huge bias against it. I HATE TV!!! I didn’t watch it at home, but my roommate here watches all the time, and I hate it even more. Which says a ton, because I have never liked TV.I guess I’m just not a secularist. As far as entertainment goes, anyway.

And do I want to go to school for eight more years? Uh...not really. That’s a LONG TIME. Maybe I could major in math. But what the hell do you do with math? Or I could major in accounting, one of the most lucrative bachelor degrees anyone can get. Then, I could work a few years eighty hours a week making 100 grand or more, and then buy my dad’s business, or just work with my dad. But I don’t even know if I like accounting. And I sort of have to feel like I’m contributing to my vision. I know that sounds corny lol. I have a vision! I want to help people. My dad definitely helps people. To be honest, I don’t have that much of a business sense, and I don’t think I could help people with business-related issues like my dad does.

Now here’s the thing. I don’t know if I love science enough to have what it takes to get through a science major. I know I’m smart enough, but I won’t have the drive to go through all the work it takes to get through if I don’t absolutely love it. Maybe I do love it. I also have to consider the five years post-bachelor’s that I’d have to go through to get to where I’d want to be in the science field; microbiologists with a bachelor’s degree make an average of 10,000 dollars a year, hardly more than I could make babysitting two year olds prior to acquiring any degree.

If only I could make a decent living writing...