Undefined.

You know that spur of the moment decisions? The ones where you do something without really thinking it through first? You know how you tend to do this really often, your whole life really, having people call you irrational? Impulsive?
Yeah... I finally quit my shit of a job. My sore throat suddenly disappeared and the need to run to the rest room every four point five minutes is no more. Your job can give you hell, you know? If it doesn't make you happy, then it can make you really, really unhappy.
The thing is, I now have no job whatsoever. Kind of liberating really. Until I think about having to pay my studies and my driving instructor and my deciding to insanely buy a ticket to Florence for next month.
And then the liberating feeling kind of dims. I still can't bring myself to feel panicked though. Panic is so overrated. And the idea of being jobless leaves me indifferent. How bad is that? I mean, I can't even feel excited about winging it like I used to. I guess you grow, huh? And I guess it's not really winging it. I guess winging it would be packing up and leaving for somewhere with a one way ticket.
Or maybe over time, you start needing something bigger to excite you...