It's funny how in High School I thoroughly believed that I was going to end up flipping burgers or waiting tables while living in some dead end apartment regardless of whether or not I went to college. So of course, my pessimistic logic lead me to not bother going through any of the usual college preparatory formalities.....SATs/ACTs, extracurriculars...general passing of classes.
Well if that doesn't give the Self Fulfilling Prophecy a headstart, I don't know what does.
At the very least, if I hadn't actually gone, I'd still have the necessary things in case I suddenly changed my mind.
Now I sit here, faintly wishing I had, knowing that my preconceptions of what was to come probably will be. I can thank my undying pessimism for that. Joy.
If you, my nonexistent readers, are faintly wondering what spawned this line of thinking, tis this: I'm pondering moving out. Oh indeed, despite the high costs of rent, gas prices, and insufficient minimum wage, this Dark One has become a little sick of living at home. (/understatement)
Consider it the last great leap down to rock bottom.
The Bastardly Parental Units have become a bit intolerable these days. I daresay that I rather dislike being called lazy and a mere "part-timer" (working almost 40 hours a week in spite of it) while neither of them are employed.
Did I forget to mention? The She-Beast got herself fired.
So as she calls me lazy from her rather comfy spot in front of the TV, I'm beginning to wade through my finances to see how feasible it would be for me to make rent (or Hell forbid a house payment. Ha.), and occasionally eat something. I'm not naive enough to think that doing so will be easy or fun. Indeed, I imagine a new kind of Hell awaits.
But at least I'd finally be alone.
And really, that's all a Pessimistic Hermit can ever ask for.
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