Someone tell me what to do.

I was born in the wrong decade in the wrong country to the wrong family.

I need a Hindi family in Soviet Russia during the height of the push for the new Soviet man and woman.

I need an arranged marriage, a preplanned career and education, and life without any major decisions to call my own.

Think about it. How ludicrous is it that I am supposed to decide my own future? I am supposed to pick a school, a career path, a partner. Seriously? Me?

I, who can't pick a good relationship from a horrendous one. Hell, you've read my blog. You know what I'm talking about. Out of sheer laziness, I'm not even going to insert all of the hyperlinks.

I, who couldn't pick a major until I had completed nine semesters of full-time college courses. And even then, being the genius that I am, I chose social work. I hate people. And I chose social work. That was brilliant.

I, who have made one bad decision after another, am supposed to decide what to do with my life. And very soon.

Isn't that just grand?