Confused?
These days, everyone is.
Am I gay? Do I want to be a 'dottoré'? Do I enjoy bowling?
I know the answer to these questions, it's fairly simple: No.
There is one question, however, that has plagued my mind for many years now:
Where do I want to be in ten years?
Well, I could tell you that I want to be married to the man of my dreams, my perfect guy and have a stable job that I love, that's true, but there are still issues with this. Sure, the 'being married and blissfully in love' is something I can't control, but my occupation is.
I don't know what I want to do, in specifics.
I enjoy business and its complexity, however, I also enjoy the creative side and advertising.
Being a libran definitely does not help.
In relation to being 'married to my dream guy', to be quite honest, I don't know what kind of guy I want, I suppose I'll leave that up to fate?
My usual 'go-with-the-flow' methods have never failed me, so I guess I'll stick to them.
When I'm surrounded with certainty, I, myself become uncertain. It's complex, I'm confused and I can't sleep.
To everyone else who's confused, saluté and may we all find some stability in life.
Ann3a
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I'm not confused, I got a plan.
Marianne after ten years finally acquired the hidden little trove in the far way grove. Snug among the trees she resided with her nine ginger cats, the white ferret, the black dog, the other cat (with a stern gaze) and the wild stag that would rest across the lake. Restless nights plagued her no longer. All was well.
Just kidding, I'd never live in a cabin in the woods. There are spiders in the woods. Big, humongous spiders.
Don't forget, if you're lonely, you could always make like Gaga and 'Marry the night'. ;)
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