hindsight
Despite the wisdom I’ve acquired through my recent and distant past, many of my choices remain inexplicable. Why am I an engineer? There several aspects of myself that I never question, but I don’t know where this faith in personality comes from. I am looking very hard to see the box that I’ve placed my self in, but this is a fruitless endeavor. If I was shrouded in cloth and squeezed, would there be any thing left? This post is cheesy way to say that I don’t know what I want to be. My friends, coworkers, and the general populous would call me “hipster”. Hipster is a survival tactic that makes my pretentious inconsistency seem measured and deliberate, but it is not. I do not know what the heck I am doing, but I’ll keep on doing it.
Internets. I not trying to be this way. I just am this way.
Posted 1 month ago
