Ramble Ramble Little Star

So yeah, like the title says, this is just a whole lot of rambling. If you expect anything that’ll be worth reading... well, I suggest you click that arrow and get back where you came from.

Where do I start? (not like there’s a logic beginning with rambling, but one has to start somewhere)

I suppose I could start with myself. This spring I’ll be doing exams again (awfully boring ones, in my opinion. Law, Economics...)... that’s nothing special. I’ll have to keep on doing exams till I’ve done them all- but then what? What happens after that?
The question ‘what do you want to do later’ belongs with the question ‘do you already have a boyfriend’- it’s thrown to my head quite frequently. And it always has a negative answer. Because I don’t know... I really have no idea whatsoever. Of course, I’ve always been interested in languages and history... but that doesn’t give me an answer. There are so many options to choose from and yet... it seems like there are none at all.
I don’t want to pick something that I'll regret, where I’ll have wasted a few years and look back wishing I had made a better decision.

You have those people that know what they want to become already when they’re a kid... and they end up doing that. Of course, I’ve had those kids dreams of becoming a singer, a writer, even an archeologist... But none of those is very realistic (in my case). None of them is something I REALLY REALLLY want. Oh yes, I like singing, I like writing very much, but I can not bring up the passion to spend the rest of my life doing that. Somehow I think that has to do with the fact that I need change once in a while. When things have been the same for some time, I grow restless and want to mix everything up just so it’s different. My room isn’t allowed to have the same view for more than 3 months, I get the feeling I have to reorganise everything, put my bed in the other side of the room. So I don’t know when I will find the thing that’s screams out “I’m the right thing, pick me!”.

I guess I’ll figure it out somehow and sometime. I just don’t know when yet, and until I do, it’ll always be a nagging voice in the back of my head.

*HUGE SIGH*

Speak to you next when I’m less mixed up.