Plan for the Future

Let's think, shall we? 

'What about?' you ask.

Why, about the future! Specifically, ten years into the future: 2026.

Now, why would I want to talk about the future? Because, my darling readers, I'm rather disappointed. 2015 is now our past, and you know what? I haven't seen a flying car yet. Not a single one! I feel as though I've been cheated, somehow. 

Thank you, Back To The Future, for putting people's hopes up for nothing.

 
This post, however, will not be about flying cars, or space travel, or the Smellevision (a telly that is not only in colour, but also has different scents and aromas to make your TV watching experience more lively. It will be a thing by 2023, I'm sure).

This post is going to be about where my twenty-six/twenty-seven year old self will be at. This is merely what I'm planning for myself. Of course, some of the details may not happen, for some of them may not be God's will and plan for me. But it is still entertaining to guess where I will be at as an actual, proper adult.


 
In ten years time, I will still be living with my parents. No doubt about it. I'll probably (hopefully) have a job at a used bookstore during the day, and will be working on my aspiring writing career during my free times, with a large stack of rough drafts and numerous letters of denial from publishers and editors. 

I'm not really sure how my personal and social life will be, or if I will even have a social life-- for I don't have much of one now and I know that old habits are so easy to keep. I may have a few people I dislike less than others, perhaps. 

I'm also planning for puberty to kick in sometime between now and then, and I'll suddenly become hotter than a bowl of duck butter-- a real babe, I'll be! If and when that happens, I'm sure I will have a few admirers who will always write me poetry, take me thrift shopping, and will ask for my hand in marriage. However, I will always decline them politely, because I will still be waiting for Prince Harry or Ed Sheeran to write me as soon as they get back home from their to a multitude of countries where they help feed those in need whilst rescuing abused and abandoned animals, so that I can accept their marriage proposal.

Then we'll live happily ever after in a small village in Cornwall with our pet hedgehog, who I will name Raoul or Jawn (pronounced John),-- which name, I have yet to decide-- and we'll eat fish and chips (and  fresh fruit and vegetables, and other whole foods) and drink tea all day long while watching Star Trek or reading the Bible or Shakespeare together.

 
...Yes, that does sound like a good ten-year plan. 

Do you have a ten-year plan or goal? I would absolutely love to hear it! Don't be shy to comment yours below.

I hope you lot have a rather splendid week-- and a splendid however-long-it-will-take-for-me-to-post-again!