My immediate family still can’t understand that I’m just doing things. There’s no plan of action. Just a vague sense of a direction of where I want to go. If an opportunity comes up, I take it and hope it gets me closer to where I want to be.

Whenever I plan a trip, I usually plan how I get there, a few nights of somewhere to stay and plan to get back home. Whatever happens between my few nights at an accommodation and the return trip home is mystery to everyone including myself. Some of those trips have lasted months or years.

I’ve survived this far in life with no idea what I’m doing and still people get angry at me for not knowing what I’m doing. This has been me my entire life. I’m confused why they are so offended when I say “I don’t know.”

Apparently I’m supposed to know why I ate entire bag of chocolate chips. I don’t know, it just happened and I’m just as surprised as you are.