What I would like to tell the Peace Corps.
Why do I want to join the peace corps? I have a number of reasons. As I sit on my inflatable mattress (which I have been sleeping on for almost three months) and look at my perpetual messy room I feel that sleeping on a grass mat in the middle of Zambia can’t that different. As much as I love New York City, and I only just moved here a few months ago, I can’t help but plan my escape. That’s what I do. I don’t commit and try to constantly move forward, even if I have no direction, which I never really seem to possess. I don’t really have any major career goals, other than getting paid to travel and somehow making a positive change in the world. Which makes the Peace Corps appear to be a fantastic move. I don’t have a raging social life and absolutely no boyfriend to speak of. I haven’t had sex in God knows how long and even he’s embarrassed for me. I always thought that if my loneliness become a permeant lifestyle as it has appeared to be than I would join a convent and move to Africa and cure sick babies, as I evidently will never have one of my own. As stated before I can’t commit, so the convent is out, besides there is only so long that I can pretend to be pious. About a week. Somewhere deep inside me I believe that the Peace Corps would be really good for me and my future. Like rehab for my relentlessly lost and wandering soul. I know that a stint in Mozambique would help me shed pounds better than any diet regiment or quick fix fasting “cleanse”, which I am starting on Sunday, I swear. Can’t wait. I know I’ll reemerge from the dark continent lithe and toned and tan and with a winning personality acquired from grueling days working under the hot sun eating nothing but maize and drinking home made beer. My mousy looks will be transformed into Angelina Jolie’s brazen and breathtaking beauty and eventually I’ll get a job with the UN as a refugee ambassador, or whatever it is that she does with them. Most importantly I’ll be able to snag some good looking hunk like Brad Pitt to father my children. I may even adopt. But defiantly not to the extent that she has. Four kids is a bit much. In all seriousness I want to join the Peace Corps because as much as I love my job that I just started I know I’ll only be able to stand it for so long, at which point I know I will have absolutely have no desire to look for another job that I will only quickly grow tired of again. I used to see young women on business lunches eating expensive salads in their even move expensive looking cute suits and I thought that I wanted to be one of them. Now I realize that I really only wanted their clothes and their expense accounts. And when I really think about it, I’m more a flip-flop person and I enjoy roughing it from time to time, in more way than one. Wink, wink. No, not really. I’m just joking....kind of. For all of these reasons and more that I have yet to think of I want to escape convention, the predicable march towards death, and the always crammed 1 train (what is with this train??) and join the Peace Corps. And also, I just went outside there is a least one foot of snow on the ground and it’s still snowing. I need to live somewhere that’s always warm and sunny.
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