My Future

Final Draft

I’ve been thinking of my future a lot recently, and I am afraid. Afraid of how I’ll achieve my goals. Afraid of what I’ll have to do to make money. Afraid of the person I will be. In five years, I see my arms wrapped around a lady on my sofa under the bridge in five years. Why under a bridge? That’s because of my inability to make confident decisions and find a decent job. My parents would probably help me, but I am too prideful to allow them to help. There is something in my psyche that doesn’t like it when other people help me financially. I also work for some type of marketing/ sales company that cares very little for their employees and has very sketchy ethics. In ten years, my girlfriend would’ve probably left me for a wealthy businessman who actually owns a house. Our breakup would be quick with her calling me a lazy, useless, and unsatisfactory excuse of a man. I still see myself working for the same marketing/ sales company that I worked at ten years ago, but because of my loyalty, I would likely be in a managing position. I would also have some type of one bedroom apartment in a very poor neighborhood who routinely sees criminal activity. In twenty years, I will have been single for fifteen years, since my inability to make confident decisions will have destroyed any and all chances of me meeting a significant other. That said, I’ve been constantly trying to get a girlfriend through an app called Grindr. My hairline has started receding and I am self-conscious about it since I look like Jude Law in 2019. By this time, I will actually be making some type of money, and will be able to afford a decent apartment which doesn’t resemble the back alley of a KFC. I would still be working at the same company but would also be promoted.

Draft 1

I’ve been thinking of my future a lot recently, and I am afraid. Afraid of how I’ll achieve my goals. Afraid of what I’ll have to do to make money. I see my arms wrapped around a lady on my sofa under the bridge in five years. Why under a bridge? That’s because of my inability to make confident decisions and find a decent job. My parents would probably help me, but I am too prideful to allow them to help. There is something in my psyche that doesn’t like it when other people help me financially. I see myself being employed by some type of marketing/ sales company that cares very little for their employees in ten years. Oh yeah and by this point, my girlfriend would’ve probably left me for a wealthy businessman who actually owns a house. Our breakup would be quick with her calling me a lazy, useless, and unsatisfactory excuse of a man. I see myself managing the same marketing/ sales company that I worked at ten years ago. At this point in my life, I’ve been single for fifteen years, but I’ve been constantly trying to get a girlfriend through an app called Grindr. My hairline has started receding and I am self-conscious about it since I look like Jude Law in 2019. 

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Reflection

This quick write was one that challenge my sense of self knowledge as well as indirectly asks many personal questions. I thought like I was able to be truthful with this piece and decided to open up quite a lot.

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