Some people spend their lives chasing goals. They’ll achieve something great and move right on to other greatness. I’m not one of them. I’ve had so few goals in my life. I wanted to do well on my AP tests in high school, at least the ones I thought I could do well on. I wanted to get into my first choice college. It was the only one I applied to fully, so that worked out. I wanted to graduate in June of 2014 and when that wasn’t going to pan out, I decided eh, 2014 at all is good enough. Then, I wanted to buy a house. So finally, here I sit, in the house I own, with my degree dated 2014 from that first choice college that the AP credits didn’t even end up counting into because actually taking the classes is way easier than taking some hard ass tests.
As a kid, I thought my life was pretty mundane. Books and TV (so my entire world) were filled with drama and adventure, and people doing things. People who had stories. This saw me develop a bad lying problem. I lied about everything to everyone, just to seem cool. I tried to convince my second grade teacher that my brother, who was at the same school, in a different grade, and absolutely everyone and their mom knew who we were, was my twin. A twin that just happened to be three years older. Kid logic.