“The Gap Year”
So…yeah, I guess my current reality is what you’d call "the gap year.” The very mention of that label makes my skin crawl. What’s so wrong about me taking some time to enjoy THE VIEW? You know, like those feisty women on ABC instruct me to do those mornings in which I stay in bed ‘till, you know, eleven-ish.
This awkward, unstructured phase, well according to some (ahem- my parents), has been the most productive time in all my twenty-three years. No, really, I promise. I only watch Jersey Shore sparingly (right...). Let’s just say I’m a familiar face at the local Barnes & Noble. My friends have said I read too much… if that’s possible. Maybe it’s time to make some new friends. Hmm... Something to ponder.
I digress…
Anywho, come with as I 'mind the gap' (man, I love the British!), by watching me, this unstable 23-year-old, figure out what the hell I'm going to do with the rest of my life. Perhaps my ramblings will offer you some enlightenment (and I mean that in the most un-asinine way possible) if you're in my same boat. If nothing else, just be amused by my awkwardness and join in on my commentary, as I -in medias res- traverse the confines of limiting social constructions and parental units breathing down my little brown neck, to find some semblance of truth in this world that I've had the luxury of avoiding since Pre-K. Here's to reality!
Let's do this.
MC
