What Do You Do With A B.A. In English?

Thanks to Wikipedia I know exactly what I'm suffering from. I am in the midst of a QLC. A quarter-life crisis. For those who can't do math, I'm going through a mid-twenties crisis. The symptoms include the following:
* Feeling "not good enough" because one can't find a job that is at his/her academic/intellectual level.
* Insecurity regarding the near future
* Insecurity regarding present accomplishments
* Disappointment with one's job
* Nostalgia for university or college life
* Financially-rooted stress
* Desire to have children
* A sense that everyone is, somehow, doing better than you

But what do I do? I read the article, I know the symptoms, I know that others are suffering this maddening depression as I but what do I do? No one else tells you these things. It's as if, once they've endured and crossed the abyss they forget about what they went through and never speak of it again. So, which path do I choose... stick to my job or indulge in something different?

There's an entire network but no one has seen the light end of the tunnel. Well a few people come back to report that everything is fine in the future, but I tend to dismiss this and tell myself that I'll be better than that person.

My belief is that most people reach the end of this trial and they are lifted into some sort of other worldly craft, brainwashed and set up with a job and a family. They are programmed to like it and to earn enough income to have a stash for retirement and college funds.

Why haven't they come for me yet?

Me.

I am an unapologetic morning person.
I love mornings.
I love the cool semi-darkness before the sun hoists itself up over hills, and trees, and condos before spying in on me. I love the morning noises and smells, of dogs barking and eager to release bladders, of groggy non-morning people shuffling around their shadowy places, stumbling with the routine of making coffee, trying to put the day off as much as possible. I love mornings for its promise of a new day with possibilities, its newness, fresh and unused. A present everyday. I usually wake up at a dead run. I'm up, cognizant, and most likely can win $1,000,000 on one of those shows where that is showcased as the top prize.

Rich is a night person. He sleeps until the morning was no longer. He is up and running once the sun waves goodbye to me and slides under the blanket of night. I know the lure for him is the quiet that night offers. The yappy, distraction of a pretty-brown-girl has been tucked into bed and most likely snoring away. When most people are winding down he's just cranking on, and I believe the solitude is as promising as the idea of millions of people waking up with me thrills me.

Opposites attract, what can I say?

Me.

Shut Yo' Face


Sometimes when I am driving alone in my car I make a face. Not a funny, stick your tongue out, cross your eyes (and dot your t's) and tilt your head at a funny angle face. It's a serious, brooding look, where I purse my lips, squint my eyes slightly, gripped the wheel tightly, and look straight ahead. It's my "leave me alone, I have serious, important! matters on my mind" face. I only do it when I am at a stop light or if I know that there is good visibility on me from oncoming cars, like the days when the sun is shining in my face.

I do it so that I can wonder what the person in the other car may think.

I also do it when I'm at the supermarket but instead of a wheel I grip the handle bar.