Catch my disease, it's called 'confusion'.

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