what next?

one of the most infuriating things i'm always asked (especially by my parents) is "what are your plans?" and i guess i infuriate them right back when i say, "what plans? i don't even know what my plans are for tomorrow."

i'm not playing coy or even trying to be a smart mouth. i really do not know any plans for my future. and by future, i mean five years from now. sure, there are a lot of things i want to do - what i want to be. i want to study abroad. i want to be able to walk the streets of Paris - a la Vivian in Lovers in Paris. i want to be able to go to Greece and walk among the ruins... there's really are a lot i want to do, but as of the present they are not feasible. so, i really am telling the truth when i tell my parents that i do not have plans for my future. what i just listed above were my dreams... are plans and dreams the same?

notice the lack of a dream of a family of my own... at that age, most people would probably be thinking of settling down: getting married, having babies, buying their first house, going through their first separation, finding out they're gay...

at this point in my life, the last thing i want is a life-changing event... well, unless it's a lifestyle-changing event like winning in the lottery... or my parents winning in the lottery... or the marcoses giving me a share of their ill-gotten wealth... or if my recurring dream of my finding a bagful of rolled thousand-peso bills comes true... unless any of the above-mentioned happens, i don't think i'm up for any change as of yet...

so, what's next?

i don't know and that's just fine with me.