Every passing day, I have less of an idea of what I’m doing. And you know, that’s fine. That’s completely fine. Having no idea what direction you’re taking in life isn’t inherently good or bad. Freaking out about it isn’t a horrible course of action albeit a cathartic and unproductive one. Maybe socioeconomically it might also be bad. But that’s beside the point because I don’t feel like going there right now. People who are far, far older than me — let’s say in their decrepit 30s — tell me how