I turned 26 today. I honestly expected to be doing more in my life than what I am right now.
In elementary school, I thought I'd be a veterinarian.
In middle school, I thought I would be working with computers.
In high school, I figured I would be a journalist.
In college, I thought I'd be a novelist.
But I'm none of those things. I'm unemployed with hardly any social life outside of family and two friends, and perhaps my neighbors.
While all this does bother me, I'm all right since I am loved dearly by my family and two of my friends.
I have some pretty awesome online friends too, even when we don't talk too much.
Hell, I even have some decent online gaming friends that I hardly ever talk to outside the games.
I do need to work harder at what I want to do. I have all this time, but haven't really written much, applied for as many jobs as I'd like to, or even made plans to do anything with anyone much. But I have to say, it is comforting to know that even when I fail, I'm not going to be kicked out of my house, or ostracized from my friends. Probably the worst punishment for failure I get is a knock to the ego.
And now, for something less serious, here is a HomeStuck comic. :P