Young Women, Is This True?

You’re a girl.  You’re in school.  You watch Glee.  And you admit you watch Jersey Shore because everyone else seems to.  But you’re stumped because your life doesn’t seem as fun as Rachel’s.  So, you smoke a little, drink a little, experiment with drugs and mess with the wrong dudes.  Gotta pass time somehow.  Satisfy your curiosity.

Or maybe substances and Snooki don’t do it for you, but you feel stuck.  You don’t love math, you love English.  But then you don’t love English, you love math.  But then you don’t love either and ask who am I?!

Your family situation is a bit messier than most of your friends'.  You’re not sure you can amount to anything when you’ve come from what you’ve come from.  No support, no example.

And then there’s romance.  If only you had some, maybe your life would have purpose.

You retreat to your iPod, and sometimes it happens.  You love it and you hate it, but you can’t avoid it: you catch yourself dreaming. You catch yourself wondering if you were supposed to be somebody. You see yourself somewhere, doing the unthinkable.  You totally lose track of time and where you are because you’re caught up in a story that you’ve imagined for your life.  

The story you’re supposed to be writing with your life.