Sometimes I have a hard time picturing myself sitting behind a desk, or standing in a gym, or flipping burgers.
In other words, I have serious issues.
Most my age know what they are studying for.
There are plenty like me.
We are like our own versions of blank canvases that have yet to begin being painted.
I can try to sit, or rather lie down, on the couch and blame my mental illness for not finding myself.
But then that would be a bunch of poo.