“There's a great future in plastics. Think about it. Will you think about it?” Mr. McGuire offered that now-famous piece of advice to Benjamin Braddock in one of the beginning scenes of the 1967 film The Graduate.

Lately I find my mind wandering back to Benjamin Braddock and his forever lost expression. I first watched "The Graduate" because I love Simon and Garfunkel music. I thought that movie “Mrs. Robinson” was written for had to be wonderful, and I was right. I routinely harass my friends and family into watching it with me; and I’m still never disappointed.

The only person I know who hates "The Graduate" also hates Simon & Garfunkel, so that may have a lot to do with it. But overall, the movie is timeless, not because Ben has a relationship with a mother-daughter pair, but because at some point we’ve all been as lost as Ben is throughout that movie.

I’m at a crossroads right now. I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life. I must answer that question about five times a day. The answer is always, “I’m working on it,” accompanied by a nervous giggle, while I look for the nearest exit.

Some days, I wish I knew what I want to do. One of my friends has known since she was 5 that she wanted to be an equine veterinarian. She’s now 20, interning at a wildlife museum and entering her third year of a pre-vet program at Cornell. I admire her drive and commitment. She’s spent her entire life going after what she wants.

I, on the other hand, wanted to be a lifeguard, swim instructor and swim coach when I was 5. By the time I was 17, I had accomplished all my career goals. I suppose my 5-year-old self would be happy.

My 18-year-old self wakes up each morning with a different idea of what to do: journalist, teacher, speech writer, lawyer, baker … the list goes on and on.

The strangest part of my indecision is that it doesn’t bother me. The way I look at it, I have my entire life to figure out what I’m doing. I try things once, and if they don’t work, I don’t do it again. So I’ll get there. It might take me a while.

So maybe my future is with plastics. Maybe it’s not. I’ll be fine no matter what.