Even though I'm a terrible, worthless college dropout, I feel like there's some merit to my life. I made a great decision in marrying Caleb; I have had more inner peace than I have since I was 15; I feel intellectually accomplished; and I also have pretty long hair. A good person! I'm a great person!
And a college dropout.
I wish I could say that I am the next Steve Jobs, dropping out of college to pursue what they couldn't teach me in a staunch academic environment. There are times when I want to be pregnant with twins, on bedrest; I would be saving me from myself because I would be tempted to pack up my textbooks and haul it down to campus in the rain. In the middle of the night, I hope that Caleb will become rich so we could jetset to Aruba, where people don't care if you go to college. They don't even care if you can spell "college." Arubans want you to party and do it well. I can.
But I didn't go to college for it.
This is a first; it's one thing to have a caring parent breathing down your neck at any given chance about "growing into the wonderful, smart person you are" and it's another to have a complete stranger call you a failure.
You want to know what a failure is? Someone who is not self-realized.
Maybe that's me. Flotsam and jetsam in a sandy life. But I'm flossing what I can, and that's just a great life, for me, right now, this moment.
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