While scrolling through my Facebook homepage, the title “Fancy Sweats” caught my eye. I clicked on the photo and sighed. The outfit worn by the model would be pretty much exactly what I would be wearing to class right now, minus the ugly Seventies print. Switch out the heeled booties for a pair of flat ones, though, and you’d have my daily college uniform. Right now, I’d be strolling across campus, books and coffee in hand, on my way to class. I’d be breathing in the scent of the weather changing while listening to a lecture about writing. And okay, even though I accept that the timing wouldn’t have been that great anyway, I still don’t like it.
Nothing is how I thought it’d be right now, and that bugs the shit out of me. Dammit, why can’t things go my way?! I hate to whine and throw a mini-tantrum, but here we are. Dammit, dammit, dammit!
I know things can’t always go my way. I’d like to think that I’m pretty flexible, but I also really just want to get my shit together. I’m twenty-three. I’ve really been trying here. Can I just have a break, please?!
The paradox is, I wouldn’t change the way things are now; I’m happily, happily, happily engaged — squee! — to the man I love, one of my best friends, and my partner in crime. That makes me pretty happy, to know that even though we’d talked about it a million times, he wanted to make it official, and now it’s actually going to happen.
But dammit I wish I were in school right now, working on the career that I now know I want. Why is it that when I finally figure out what I want, I have to wait?! (And yes, the “voice” in my head that is dictating this as I type it is totally whining like a teenager.) Grr! I could be having lunch with my sister right now, dammit, talking about stupid homework assignments that we have to do and the hot boys in her classes, and the ones in my classes that I can look at but can’t touch.
Sigh.
Thanks for listening. It just hit me really hard when I saw that picture, you know? I’ll still be rocking my fall fashion — and speaking of, I have to laugh that my lazy style is now H&M’s push for the fall season — and I’ll still be walking around with a coffee in my hand, but there won’t be any textbooks. At least, not yet.
January really can’t come any faster.
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Updated 12:28pm: After publishing this post, I scrolled down my Facebook homepage a little further and found the above quote that Let’s Drop a Love Bomb posted. How’s that for fitting?!

