of burning bridges

I quit my restaurant job recently. I just think it's not worth it anymore. I mean... I'm 24 for god's sake... How long do I have to wait on tables for. It's just time for me to do something with my life. I've been careless. I've allowed myself to fall into a comfort zone. And by letting this happen, I let people take advantage of me.

Though I am still rather clueless as to what I should do now, I feel better in a way. Weird, I know. But hell, I am the definition of weird. I would love to plan my life, but I love doing things spontaneously more. Sure, this is life. Life is hard. Life's a bitch.

I say life's too short.

Yes, of course I have to be financially stable and all. But I am a Psychology & Marketing major. It's like unconsciously I wanted to be mentally troubled and be forever stressed. If I wanted a more "normal" life which included a 9 to 5 job in a cubicle for the rest of my life (though never having to worry about money), I would've studied accounting. Both my parents are bankers... go figure.

I am the black sheep of not only my family. Compare me with the rest of my cousins, uncles, aunts... I am the only one who stands out. I think I would actually disappoint them if I got a 9 to 5 job, got married and have kids. Instead of "Wow, you're doing bla bla bla in Australia?!" I'd get "Oh, that's... good. (awkward silence) How's the weather there?". Hehehe...

I used to hate being different. Now I'm loving every single bit of it.