“What’s your dream for your life?”
“I don’t know what I want to do. I haven’t figured anything out. I change my mind every five seconds. I’m really impulsive and young and I don’t know what I’m doing. I’d like to live in an apartment with a bunch of books, and cats, and maybe my friends or significant other if I find one.”
“That sounds pretty good.”
“Yeah, and I want to have a garden with tomatoes…and I could wear a straw hat. I want to play in my band forever because they’re my really close friends.”
“Sounds like you do know what you want.”
“Well kind of…I might change my mind tomorrow.”
“You’re allowed to do that.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”