Identity
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.
Identity issues.
Most my age know what they are studying for.
I don't.
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.