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Feb. 21st, 2006 09:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cblj_backupOkay, I have a question, because I ran across this book about "Being Twentysomething" or something like that and it set off a rather impudent and annoyed train of thought. The premise of the book is that lots of twentysomethings feel as though they've made a wrong choice, they chose a career and now they hate it, or they feel like they haven't done anything (or like they've done it all). The author of the book says that there is a Twentysomething Triangle composed of three questions: What do I want, how do I get it, and who am I?
So, I sort of understand the first two, to some degree -- I know what I want, it's the How Do I Get It that has always, ALWAYS perplexed me. But it's the third one that omg, makes me want to bust out the definition of wankery and smack people with it.
Am I the only one in my generation who really doesn't care who I am? I mean, in a general sense. I've never asked myself "omg who am I" or bothered with defining myself or tried to put a description to who I am. Is that something that can be quantified? What the hell does that even mean? And why am I stereotypically supposed to be trying to find out?
I am very Vimesian today. *crankys at the whole world* it's the back pain, which woke me at four am and had to be beaten back with Ultracet. Mmm, the good stuff.
Anyway. I also want to share this since I think it's awesome and if I had small children I would totally buy it for them. Who doesn't want a cuddly plush allegory for a bloodthirsty tyrannical ancient government?
http://www.givemetoys.com/product/TV08007MINOTAUR/?meta=GMIN
I am still at work on the Invisible Book Drabbles; if you haven't had yours yet, don't fear, it's coming at some point this week. It's slower going now because I have to look up a bit of context for the ones in unfamiliar fandoms, but I'm having a lot of fun. I'll post them all in a single drabbles-post when I finish.
So, I sort of understand the first two, to some degree -- I know what I want, it's the How Do I Get It that has always, ALWAYS perplexed me. But it's the third one that omg, makes me want to bust out the definition of wankery and smack people with it.
Am I the only one in my generation who really doesn't care who I am? I mean, in a general sense. I've never asked myself "omg who am I" or bothered with defining myself or tried to put a description to who I am. Is that something that can be quantified? What the hell does that even mean? And why am I stereotypically supposed to be trying to find out?
I am very Vimesian today. *crankys at the whole world* it's the back pain, which woke me at four am and had to be beaten back with Ultracet. Mmm, the good stuff.
Anyway. I also want to share this since I think it's awesome and if I had small children I would totally buy it for them. Who doesn't want a cuddly plush allegory for a bloodthirsty tyrannical ancient government?
http://www.givemetoys.com/product/TV08007MINOTAUR/?meta=GMIN
I am still at work on the Invisible Book Drabbles; if you haven't had yours yet, don't fear, it's coming at some point this week. It's slower going now because I have to look up a bit of context for the ones in unfamiliar fandoms, but I'm having a lot of fun. I'll post them all in a single drabbles-post when I finish.
