hate

So, Katy's doing this challenge called 30 days of truth. It gives you a topic a day to write about, and is supposed to be quite enlightening. You're never supposed to write about the first thing you think of; the second or third thing in line is usually much more meaningful. I really like the idea so I'm following suit.

Day 1 - something I hate about myself

I hate that I'm so incredibly impulsive.
I fly by the seat of my pants all of the time. I mean, sometimes it's good to be a little impulsive. I think it's healthy. It keeps you young. But when everyone around you is growing up, you still feel like a little kid. You have no money in your pockets. You have no car. You're not taking any "real" classes... You realize, man. I need to start actually getting my life on track. I'm nearly 20... and the 20's are a shot period of time- a small window of opportunity in an "actor's" life to make it big. Once you hit 30 and you haven't gotten an acting job yet, you're screwed. Go teach high school.
I will admit, I have my reasons- I have a lot of dreams, many things I want to get done before I'm chained to a man by a marriage license. I really need to sit down and sort out my list of dreams vs. my timeline...

I hate being impulsive because:
It makes my family crazy
It makes me appear as unreliable
It will be a bad example to my kids
I can't seem to carry out a goal
I get in situations with the opposite sex



Then again. I kind of love it, because I've seen a side of life that a lot of girls my age haven't. And it's a beautiful thing.