My life has been on constant cruise control for the past three years. (3 yr anniversary at mi trabajo in two days). Still unwed, no kids, driving same jalopy, listening to same hellraising metal (haven't mellowed out like a titmouse to trad doom recordings). The only difference is that those grand times of yore are starting to become few and far between. When you hit your mid/late twenties you begin to sober up, and say, "fuck I need to make more than $25,000 a year". Your concerns become larger than, "what bar will be on the agenda come Friday." This is neither good nor bad, it's simply a part of life. But fuck, I'd be lying if I didn't say that I wouldn't mind some change of some sort. I'm currently just lying low, trying to do some soul searching (as faggoth as that term sounds). Keeping to my own, trying to rise in off the clock productivity. But alas, I'm at a crossroads.
This thread wasn't created to bait advice. I'm just talking out of my ass.
"...I am not one of them..."
R.I.P
This thread wasn't created to bait advice. I'm just talking out of my ass.
"...I am not one of them..."
R.I.P