i am the laziest astronaut

last night i had this dream where instead of being indifferent of children and kind of not wanting to be around them ever i actually found them irresistible if they were wearing like a little league uniform or a soccer uniform. in my dream it was making me emotional, and i began to regret my decision to not have kids so i could be a ‘starving artist.’ i started furiously plotting how i would go back to school to prepare myself for a real job so i could support a family. i realized i only had one class left i needed to take to be in a position to apply to stanford or someplace nice like that. then i woke up and realized that none of that was true. i am far from having ever completed my GE coursework, and i am far from wanting to have kids instead of making art all the time for little to no money. everyone is different. everyone values different things. everybody has a different legacy to leave behind.