Will Never Be a Barney Stinson

Now even though I do not live in the city, my dream has always been to live in a city and feel like I am in a sitcom such as How I Met Your Mother. But let’s get back to reality. I will never live a rich life in NYC such as Barney Stinson or have enough money to go to the bar that would be under my apartment everyday. Because who has enough money to get a drink everyday? I follow (like a normal teenager) a bunch of Instagrams relating to the city and always fantasize how my Instagram will be full of me going out with my friends and meeting a new guy every night. Now that makes me laugh because we all know that I’ll have enough money for Ramen to eat and stay in my apartment being introverted. Now back to my real reason for writing this (you’ll see how off track I got) was because I was just casually stalking my favorite Instagram “humansofnewyork”. This is a photographer who lives in the city and everyday picks a stranger that he finds interesting and asks for their story. And each story is unique. My constant worry for the future (besides not having enough money and always having to depend on my parents) is what happens if this photographer finds me interesting and asks me for my story. Do I have to say the first thing that comes to mind? Should I carry a little autobiography with me all the time just in case? I’m afraid I’ll have nothing to say and he’ll move on to someone who was more interesting than me and knew what they were doing. I have no story because I have no exact plot. Am I trying to find myself in a big city or find my confidence or find love or all three? My story will never end with an “End”, it will end with a “To be Continued”.