Pretending I'm in control of my tiny little world is my favorite hobby. That's why I hate transitions. I'm never ready for transitions, no matter how insignificant or lifechanging or whatever. There are so many things I have to think about before I deal with an impending transition, such as the question of What will I do with my life? and What job should I pursue? and Should I go to grad school? For what? For design? Design of what? Do most 21 year olds feel this threatened by change, or am I special in a bad way? Am I normal? Am I cringe? Will it keep me from getting a job? What should I do with my life? What job should I pursue?
Anyways, I'm going back to Carleton tomorrow -- hello Carls on my Substack! See you in 24 hours. My journey begins at 5:30 AM (4 hours from now). Wish me luck and I'll wish it backsies.