When I Grow Up

When I grow up I want to be an astronaut. Well, when I grow up I want to be a sports agent. This is a very easy choice for a ten year old to make; deciding what they want to do with the rest of their lives. I thought I want to be a professional hockey player or in the CIA. However, now I have no idea when forced upon making this decision in college. Entering college, my personal diagnostic tests showed that I am a problem solver and might want to pursue an engineer track in college. I thought to myself I could be an engineer, I like to put things or parts together. Although, once I started my engineer courses I started to question my course of action. Most of my friends are happy with their choices of major and are really enjoying their classes. How does someone all of a sudden say they want to major in journalism or business? Do they get hit on the head or they knew as soon as they were born? I was just wondering for those who found out what they wanted to major in, where your inspiration or motivation came from? And if I could have some?

My home is on the Moon.

Stepping onto to the pavement outside the Chicago Midway airport, I felt like I was stepping on the moon. I was somewhere different. Somewhere I have never been before, but in fact I had lived there my entire life. Although I might sound a little melodramatic, this was the exact feeling I experienced this weekend visiting home for the first time. It was like I did not belong there anymore or that I was on some vacation in my own home. Seeing my friends wasn’t bad it was like we picked off right after where we left off. However, I found that when I referred to college I referred to it as home. When I first heard this coming out of my mouth for the first time, I was stunned. I pretty much announced to myself that I had a new place to live. I didn’t like it. I longed for some kind of connection but everything seemed different. My house went under reconstruction and same with my school. Neighbors moved out and my two year old sister was chatting away non-stop. It was like I had been away for years opposed to a few months. It was crazy and I felt like my existence was just a breeze in the wind. Just there for a short while, acknowledged, and then let go. I was wondering if I was the only who felt this way going home? Or I’m just crazy?

Where's My Entourage?

About ten minutes ago I was watching entourage, and I started to think to myself why we do have these obsessions with theses shows? When I say “these shows” I mean shows about living a glamorous life. Shows that are close to reality shows but a little fabricated (I consider Real World one of these shows because despite what some may believe a lot of it is scripted). Personally, I would want my life to be like Vincent Chases’ life in the show called Entourage. Entourage is a show loosely based off of Mark Walberg’s life and how he came to be the star he is today. In this show Vincent Chase (Playing as Mark Walberg) goes everywhere with his two best friends and his older brother. And when I mean everywhere I mean everywhere (Dates, red carpet, interviews, they live together, parties). As I am quickly changing to the next episode, I think to myself how sweet would be if my friends and I had the same lifestyle? I mean is it safe to say that we enjoy these types of shows because we are envious of what they have? Shows that are so close to reality, that we want to just reach out and claim it for our own life. But then again it raises another question. Would this want to be the life one would want to live? Paris Hilton or OJ or any other celebrity, there life is constantly under a microscope under review and that is something most people would not enjoy. The main question I want to ask, although you can response to any question raised above: ), is this some life you would want to live? Is the juice worth the squeeze?