So, the story goes that if you go back seven years ago, to 1999, you know when Y2K was all the craze, and the world had only one Matrix movie to worry about, you were a different person. You see, in the span of seven years, your body sheds off all of its old molecules and generates completely new ones, so that physically you are in no way the same person today that you were 7 years ago.

I started thinking about that today, and I tried to pinpoint exactly what it is about myself today that makes me think that I’m the same person as that 15 year old. Sure we share a few of the same interests now, but not that many. And then I started wondering if that 15 year old I was hoping to become the person I am today. Naturally, this ends depressingly, because very few people can look at their life and say that they’ve accomplished what they wanted to from seven years ago to today. Life doesn’t work in seven years, even if our atoms do.

I think if you were to ask me where I’d be when I turned 22, I would tell you that I’d be graduated from college, in some kind of semi-serious relationship, working somewhere. Not sure where the 15 year old me wanted to work though. If I were to guess, it probably had something to do with video games.

Did I foresee working retail as a glorified cashier’s babysitter? Did I foresee being five years into college and without a major, because I’m too afraid that a new major will blow up in my face like the last one? Did I foresee being 22 and attending the farewell party of a convicted sex offender? (Which when written in that phrasing sounds like I’m a terrible person, but for those of you who don’t understand I’ll be happy to explain when the time is right.)

It makes me a little worried about where I think I’ll be in seven years from now. The citadel will take longer than that to erect. Heh. But seriously, thinking about this stuff, makes me at least recognize that what I do actually has consequences that effect the future. Ugh, responsibility. How 1999.

So officially I don’t think my seven year plan has changed at all. Which is sad. Did I accomplish anything in the past seven years? Seven years from now, when I’m 29 I’d like to be graduated, in some kind of semi-serious relationship, working somewhere. Where do I want to work? Yeah, give me a week to figure that one out, please.

What is your favorite line from a song?

Wow, I really wish I was prepared for this question, because I haven’t thought about it at all, so off the top of my head…

“Spanning all the ages,
Turning all the pages,
The history of me is incomplete.”

- from “Unfinished” by Barenaked Ladies

That’s probably wrong, so I’ll probably follow that up tomorrow, but it’s something.