I have a way of stumbling across things on the internet. Call it a bad addiction, but I'm a link-clicking whore. I find blogs by bouncing from one blog to another through links. Sometimes the name interests me, sometimes a post refers to another site and I get hooked. I read and I read and I read and hours go by and I realize I was skipping work I should have done in order to read all these pages full of opinions and news and stories.

Stories, that's just it. They're short little stories. Some are angry stories, some are happy stories, some are sad stories. They're real, nonfiction stories and they're not the kind that get published like fiction ones. And something about that interests me.

Anyways, Through my incessant link-clicking I stumbled upon this now-ended blog Utopian Hell - it was interesting - but what is most interesting is the story of the author and the site.

The closing line is what made me pause -

Heck, you might even remember what it is that you wanted before you hit puberty.

I spent a lot of time trying to figure out what I wanted to do this summer on the basis that it would affect my whole life. I know it sounds silly but there's so much pressure put on the decision for internships and job experiences now-a-days that it's hard not feel as if the tiniest slip up now could mean a horrible awful job for the next X number of years and regret down the road. I wound up going back to the same addage - what did I want to do when I was a kid?

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