Life Plan


Life plan.

God I hate those words.

I hate them more than I hate pussy. Yeah, I'm a woman and I have one and it makes no sense for me to hate a word that describes my anatomy, but I do. If you wan to call out the female anatomy call it by it's name, vagina. It's not a dirty word, despite what most Christians say; but I digress.

Life plan. A plan for your life. A plan that you're supposed to have thought of and completed once you reached the end of college.

Life plan. The first two words that come out of everyone when you tell them that finally your life as a student has been completed.

"So what are you going to do now?"

"What are your plans for the future?"

"Do you have a job waiting for you?"

It doesn't matter how it's voiced, they all have the same connotation: explain to me in excruciating detail what you are going to accomplish in the next five years of your life. Have a bullet point presentation ready, and present your idea to the board of members (aka your parents) so we may judge and modify everything because we feel (as older and more experienced folks) that you're throwing your life away for following your likes or passions or the trend of the moment. And when that life plan doesn't come into fruition, let's us explain, with detail where you did wrong and what decisions (that we pointed out from the beginning) lead you here and not where we specifically told you for the start, you were supposed to be.

I just have one question for parents:

Who in the flaming hells knows what they want to do with their lives at 23?