Above: From the "Created Equal" Series, a set of pictures of many "opposite" Americans |
Also, I have been thinking a lot about "the future" and how fucking scary it is. Come May, I graduate from college. Woah. Those crazy, depressing, lovely, calm, happy and sad four years have already passed. It is nuts to imagine that I am almost done. I realized that I have a few fears of the future: being an old cat lady who eats her cat food because she is poor. Now, I know that this isn't likely and that I am being irrational, but somehow it just seems likely enough that I am terrified.
My first piece of the irrational fear is the ever-lasting female fear of ending up alone. Now, I know that I can do this thing called life, and I can probably do it way better by myself than with someone else, but for some god forsaken reason I am scared of being 80 and dying in a bed by myself. Or going to my college reunion and everyone having cute, picket fence families and I will pull out wallet pictures of my cats.
The second piece of my irrational fears of the future, the whole eating cat food fear started with my Mom, who when I was growing up she told me, "I don't care what the hell you become, Roberta. Just don't let me eat cat food when I am old." I guess the first goal I have after leaving college is making sure she doesn't eat cat food, and my second is making sure that I don't eat cat food. I hope that Fancy Feast's Mariner's Catch tastes as a good as it looks.
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