I don't know WHAT I want to do. And that is exactly what I want to keep doing.
I have been asked quite a lot over the last few months, and any time I meet someone who finds out I have just finished University, what am I doing with my life now. What job I've got or will get. Where I'm going to live. What I want to do with my life. And my answer is always the same: I haven't a clue, I'm going travelling. Where? Everywhere I can get to. For how long? Who knows, maybe when I have answered all the above questions. Because then, I will be able to sell my new-found knowledge about life to the rest of the world that also hasn't a clue, and become a billionaire and carry on doing whatever I please.
But at the moment, these are questions that I am just not ready to answer. Or that I just don't want to answer. Because honestly, who wants to be known as the grown-up? If all adults had even the slightest 'in-the-moment' joy of a child, the world would be a better place. (Quote courtesy of Miranda-if you don't know who that is, we can't be friends until you do)
So just because I'm nice, I'm going to say 365 days (everyone loves to hate but have a deadline) to escape being a grown up, to travel as much as I can, meet 1,000 new people, possibly learn to drive somehow, work around the world, eat food that is probably lovely but seems repulsive and just be a tad x 1,000,000,000 immature before I make a vague decision about what to do with the next 365 days. No it isn't January, but this isn't a resolution, it's a guideline, like Jack Sparrow's Pirate Code. So in other words, I can do whatever the sugary goodness I like.
Laugh at innuendos or funny sounding words or names. Sing and dance along to the songs that play in shops. Enjoy a good sulk every now and again without feeling guilty. Think that a child's toy is the best thing ever. Put together weird food combinations just because I can't be bothered to check out an actual recipe, you never know I might discover something lip-smackingly delicious and become the next Heston Blumenthal. (Adding a bit of lemon juice and red wine vinegar when frying red onions, surprisingly good) And DO lick the bowl - after all, waste not, want not as we are always told as children.
Because who has time to grow up?
p.s Also, I love brackets, and I'm not too fussed about grammar presently. However, do feel free to pick up on it at any point, if it makes you feel better it's no skin off my nose.Whatever floats your boat.