So I finally filled my mom in on stuff that’s been happening.
She’s mostly really disappointed? Like, she was so angry with him in high school for drinking like he does, and now she’s just really disappointed that he’s gone back to that, and disappointed that he doesn’t have any goals or direction at all. Like…she thought he was better than that which…for my mom is amazing, because she hates everyone.
And I guess it’s funny to me? Like, he seems to think I’m this like magical being who knows exactly what I’m doing and like…I have no idea what I’m doing. I dunno what I wanna do. I wanna do a lot of things. I’ve sort of just…chosen a direction and started walking, and so far so good. Like, this path took me to DC which is unfortunate, but it also looks like it’s gonna take me to Italy, which is amazing.
You just….gotta start walking. You can’t just sit, and that’s what he’s doing: sitting, and waiting for life to just shove him down a path.
Example: he wants to take a year off after he graduates which…I personally feel like he’s already taken a lot of time, but I guess not really, since community college was still college, so whatever. Life doesn’t have a timeline anyway. However, when asked what he wants to do with his year off, his response was “I dunno.”
Meanwhile, I’m applying for a thing that’ll send me out of the country for a year, with a pretty large stipend. I already knew what his response would be to asking him to come with me, even before we broke up, which was “I couldn’t do that,” which, when I thought he was going to law school or something made sense but…you’re literally doing NOTHING. You’d rather do NOTHING than go on a world tour. NOTHING. Like…I don’t get it. If the options are nothing or adventure, why would you choose nothing? And that’s the thing: he’ll always choose nothing. He’s too afraid to just dive on in. Like, he wants to make music, but doesn’t want to travel because apparently only NY and Chicago make the “right” kind of music which….literally makes no sense. The whole point of being an artist is to explore and try different things, otherwise you stagnate and become irrelevant, and that’s exactly what’s happening. The music he’s making recently isn’t as good as his earlier things. There’s no playfulness or joy….It’s boring. He’s boring.
You gotta walk until you die. That’s what life is: picking a direction and just walking till you die.
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A 106-year old Armenian woman protecting her home with an AK-47. 
Komako Kimura, a prominent Japanese suffragist at a march in New York. [October 23, 1917]
Erika, a 15-year-old Hungarian fighter who fought for freedom against the Soviet Union. [October 1956]
Sarla Thakral, 21 years old, the first Indian woman to earn a pilot license. 
Voting activist Annie Lumpkins at the Little Rock city jail. 
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