Feeling a lot like Dustin Hoffman in The Graduate, if he didn’t meet Mrs. Robinson. What I’m trying to say is that I’m a lost sheep, a drifter. I’m waiting for my life to begin, and there isn’t a specific moment where I’m going to know for sure that it has begun. There isn’t a starter to shoot off a pistol, telling me when I’m supposed to grow up, propelling me to move ahead into my life, to start on my career.
So yes, I’m a little bit hazy and a little bit sad.