We are pretty fickle creatures. We want freedom, but we also want comfort and security. We want to know the future. We want both destiny and free will. We want, we want, we want.

How do you reconcile this push and pull between being taken care of and making your own choices? Sometimes (especially when you are a hopeless twenty-something caught between X and Y) you just think, ‘Someone decide for me!’ Sometimes you even say it aloud. Of course the friend, whose ears these words fall upon, says, “No one can make that choice for you.” Oh, really? Is that a challenge?!?

Right now, I have a line from my favourite song running through my head: I’m coming out of my cage, and I’ve been doing just fine. Although, the rest of the song doesn’t really fit with my life at the moment, just that one line. Kind of. It’s all in my head. That part kind of works, too. Oh, and destiny is calling me. Yeah. I want it all does, too, but then I might have to start quoting Queen lyrics, and that might lead to even more lyrics. What the hell am I babbling about?

I really should be packing instead of sitting here pretending to be philisophical and shit and going on and on about lyrics and how they apply to my life or not.

This would have been a good entry if I hadn’t gone off on a tangent.