What is a monologue?
Why am I spending a Wednesday night at 11:15pm trying to come up with a witty and clever monologue to share … in college?
Isn’t college when I start working towards a career or some shit like that? So why am I stressing out over something as petty as this? Why am I even enrolled in a class like this? Why am I even enrolled in classes that don’t even pertain to what I want to do with my life at all? Such is life in the American education system. History? The only thing that I have gotten out of that class is a lower GPA because of that midterm … thanks professor, I’ll be sure to apply my knowledge of Henry the VIII banging every woman he came into contact with when I’m filling out spreadsheets. And even then, why am I pursuing a field that I have no interest in? A 9 to 5 job, 5 days a week, doing the same thing every year is not what I imagine myself doing for the rest of my life.
By all means, some people love that routine, and if you are one of those, then more power to you. I’m jealous.
As of now, I have no idea what route to pursue. But you know, the more I think about it, the more I realize that I’m still young and shouldn’t feel this pressured to have an answer yet. So for now, I’m just going to keep working on music because at the end of the day, that is what keeps making me truly happy. If I break into the scene, then I can say I worked hard and accomplished my dreams.
And if I don’t, then I know that my life will find a way for me to end up doing something I genuinely enjoy, whether it is through a job or being surrounded by some cool people. I’ve gotten this far not knowing what to do with my life, and I can gladly say that I’m genuinely happy at this time … So that’s pretty cool.