Typical Whiny Rant

So I'm expected to know things in College. Lots of things. The genealogy of Henry Tudor, how to write a good interview essay, what obscure pioneer of the Millerite movement did what, how to conjugate s'ennuyer...and that's just today. Is it wrong of me to think that I'm different; that I was made for things other than having my brain pummeled eight months out of the year? What if I'm supposed to put something in the world that actually betters peoples' lives? What if I'm meant to remind my fellow humans about what really matters?

People always say to live like this is your last day. They don't mean it.

If today were my last day, I would set aside all distractions and focus on the one thing in the world that feels right to me. Instead I'm coerced into fumbling through things which really don't matter to me.

People always say to reach for your dreams. It's ironic that people are the ones who put the obstacles between you and them.

I always feel swamped; like the expectations of society are the crippling blow that sends me to my knees in the mire of chaos the world presents; like the people around me feel the need to enforce what they feel is relevant and will better my life.

People say the things that create the weights around your ankles and urge you to conform.

People don't know anything.

But, then again, neither do I.