I hate responsibilty. It's this really big word that parents keep throwing at you when you least expect it, and it doesn't make things easier when it's something as life-changing (wait, is that a word?) as college admissions.
Which is actually the reason for this post, come to think of it. The holidays are over (technically they aren't, but I was never good with technicalities anyway.) So now I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to be doing with the rest of my life. "Tomar bhobishhot khubi jhorjhore!", I seem to remember hearing at some vague point in the past. Wasn't to me though, but all things considered, it wouldn't be far from my condition.
Don't get me wrong here - it's not that I don't care. Not when it's a matter of my future. Just wish there weren't so many decisions to make. Decisions scare me. ("Ah", said the psychoanalysts, and scribbled in their notebooks. "Decisions scare him. Interesting.")
So it's back to racking my already well-racked brains, wondering which way I'm headed, that sort of crap. The kind of thing that I'm really really bad at.
Then again, it is my responsiblity. Oh yes, this should be a lot of fun.