Wednesday
March 31, 2021•189 words
My life currently sucks, so my dream as a (proper) adult is to pick up different kinds of skills and to have a variety of part-time jobs without sticking to just one. It's a bummer that I can't have a job in this country if it has nothing to do with my major.
Even though I've been regularly writing to this blog for over two weeks, I'm not sure what the purpose of having a blog (or diary) is. It's hard to see it as a narrative of one's life because it's surely a pain to read one's random musings and trying to pick a story out of it. If I wanted to know what I did that day it might be better to keep a database of checkable lists and spontaneous notes and a calendar at that, that way it is easier to see when I started/ended a habit or when life events occurred.
I can't believe I am an undergraduate student. My writing is below high school level and my sense of self-control has stopped growing during middle school. What am I even doing with my life?