Fuck everyone who has asked me, “So when are YOU graduating?” I hate the condescending looks on their faces when they respond with, “Why?” or “You changed your major again?” or my personal favorite: ”Oh, that’s okay. Don’t worry about it. You’ll get there eventually.”
Just shut the fuck up. I don’t need your sympathy. And I don’t need your reassurance that I’ll graduate. Maybe I don’t want to graduate. Maybe I don’t want to work a mindless 9-5 job like the rest of corporate America. Maybe I want to travel and marvel at things in different countries and learn about myself before committing to a career for the rest of my life.
So please, do me a favor. Stick your apologies, opinions, and empty reassurances up your ass. I don’t need to hear it, and I certainly don’t need to compare myself to anybody else on a totem pole. I am my own person, who is perfectly capable of making her own decisions - none of which, are any of your concern.