When I was in grade school, I was the chick that always wanted to go play with the boys outside instead of sitting around and combing the hair off my dollies. Consequently, I did not fit in when I lived in Indiana. I was there during the prime, future-predicting years of my life. No, I'm not talking about the years when you form into the person you're going to become and walk in the mold you've created until adulthood. No no no. I'm talking about the years when gaggles of giggling girls scouts sit around and talk about what kind of house they're going to live in and how their rich, handsome husband is going to be a millionaire. Or maybe that's just Indiana.
As I mentioned, I was more likely to be out on the football, soccer, baseball field than I was to be sitting around daintily and folding paper so the universe could show me a future of ponies and sunshine. There were all sorts of games that I remember seeing people play on the other side of the room and running screaming from. There was some sort of number tally that people did. There was a categories game with lists that you got one thing from each other. Consequently, because kids are mean, there was always at least one dud on the list. Like, your husband could be Brad Pitt, Leonardo DiCaprio, Johnny Depp or, umm, I don't know, Christopher Walken.
Look Becky, its your future husband! Why are you crying?
As for me, I generally felt that just about anything was less asinine than sitting around talking about things that were twenty years down the line. Having delved into the process of rediscovering my inner awesome of the course of this year, I decided to give that old staple of female childhood a try. Turns out the darn thing is seriously complicated. I tried to fold a couple of them on my own before realizing that American origami, unlike American television, is not dumbed down for its audience. To the internet!
Well, that was significantly easier than just randomly folding paper.
I played with it for a few minutes before writing the numbers on it and decided that I'd rather leave the inside blank. Weirdly, cause my life has become utterly unnecessarily poignant, as I was deciding whether or not to fill in the future vibes for my fortune teller, a song I hadn't heard in a year came on my iTunes. I shall now share a lyric from that song with you all.
"I am unwritten,
Can't read my mind
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand
Ending unplanned"
Can't read my mind
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand
Ending unplanned"
So... I took that sign and decided not to fill in my little future choices. I'm kind of grooving on not knowing what's next anyway.
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