This blog stopped being fun and witty a long time ago (if it ever was). But hey, I'm graduating from law school with cranial mortgage and don't have a definite job yet. Cut me some slack, jerk.
Every day, I get one step closer to making a commitment I'm not sure I want to make. I'm trying to hedge my bets, but bar review courses and bar associations won't let me. They demand more commitment, like this is some sort of needy intimate relationship. I tried to say, "You know I love ya, baby. It'll be ok. I just need some time. It's not you, it's me." This falls on deaf ears. Every time I have to fill out another form, attend another meeting, sign another sheet, or pay another bill, I get freaked out. I'm not ready to make a decision. But I hate feeling like there is no decision to be made - that I'm just going to get swept up in the current of least resistance and suddenly find myself somewhere I didn't want to be. There are only two possibilities, and they're both good. I'd feel better about it if I had the opportunity to make a decision instead of just waiting for things to fall into place, one way or another.
And my fantasy baseball team seems incapable of pitching. What the fuck?