So where do you see your life going?
Like, what’s your life plan?
I don’t really HAVE a plan, per say. I’m winging it.
What do you mean, you don’t have a plan?
I mean that I don’t have a plan. I don’t think I need a plan.
Everyone needs a plan.
I want to help you to make a plan.
Oh. That makes me sad. Like you think I’m a project. Like you have to fix me.
I didn’t mean that.
You did, though.
I just think that you’d benefit from a plan.
You know what? I’ve been the person with the life plan. I lived that life. And then – pfft. It exploded in my face. So I don’t think I need to have a plan. I don’t think I need to plot a definite course. You might need that – and good for you – but right now? I’m enjoying the ride. Can’t I just enjoy the moments as they come? Do I have to make an outline to make you happy?
No, but –
I’m not going to be a person who organizes my life into chapters. I get that you want to do that – I get that you want to buy a house, get married, plan a future. But I’m not going to be a character in one of those chapters. Not today. Probably not tomorrow. And I don’t need to be fixed. I’m not broken.
You feel strongly about this.
I want to change your mind.
You should probably try listening to what I’m saying instead.
Why can’t you let me help you?
Why can’t you see that I don’t need help?