If you know me, then you would know that there is nothing better in my life than Saturday morning football. The only thing that can improve Saturday morning football is the addition or subtraction of different variables and conditions to the Saturday morning football experience. For example, when it is very hot--the pleasure experienced by the event is lessened. However, when conditions are snowy--the pleasure is exponentially increased. Exponentially, because chances of blood increase exponentially with each new footstep (uneven surface) in the snow. Today is Saturday. This morning was Saturday morning. Football was played. Tackles were made. And blood appeared swiftly and frequently.
Saturday morning football, though a worthy diversion, is not what brings me back to blogging. There are so many experiences I need to write about so as to glean something from them, but knowing that people read this blog somewhat affects my choice of content. I have thought about blogging on a couple movies I saw over break. There are more man-bag stories to be told. Antioch, in itself, is blog worthy. I feel like a kid every time I go back, and let's get this straight--I am still a child at heart. I do no have anything figured out. The things I thought I had "figured out" about life were mentally debunked in my brief stay back home.
The topic which interests me and exhausts my patience lately is that of choosing a Major, or more broadly, "The Future." In reality, I am afraid of something that does not and never will exist. The Future is just some word someone thought up to define the decisions we will make someday, to distract us or motivate us to make the right decisions today. I don't think very often about the current while in the present, I often think about the current while lost in the future.
What I am basically saying, is that I don't know what I want to do with my life.
In the past 2 weeks I have changed my major multiple times. First, I was content with German and Philosophy. Second, I was wholeheartedly for Athletic Training. Then I learned about Athletic training and started to like Clinical Laboratory Science. Third, I decided that Genetics was closer to what sounds interesting to me. Then, lastly, I decided that I don't want to decide. Wouldn't things, in a way, be much easier if we were hunter-gatherers? You grow up knowing exactly what you are going to be someday and you are good at it when the time comes. Minus the potential loincloth, of course.
If anyone has had inspiration on what I am supposed to be doing with my life, please inform me. Otherwise I may indeed look into becoming a hunter-gatherer.