I like how people are obsessed with being optimistic. It’s a little puff of bullshit that people like to blow up your ass from time to time. I’m sorry that pessimism tears a hole in your visions of grandeur and allow a little bit of reality to enter your dream world. I live in the world with a shitty economy, over educated people available in the masses, and globalization that was the end of good jobs without higher education in the 80s. Sure, someone else’s kid might be rolling in the dough, but do they live here? I might not have the best job, but once in a while you should accept the circumstances and try to make the best of it like I have been doing for almost 4 years. I entered a system that I was born into and gave up my dreams to fulfill some petty class requirement, so you would have something to talk about with your friends. I’m sorry that you are constantly one upped in other children’s achievements, but to criticize me like I’m some sort of dead beat is low. I’ve worked my ass off without reward and took it with stride. You can be ashamed that I don’t succeed in taking steps to improve the situation, but I have tried very hard. You should be ashamed for never understanding what I wanted to do with my life and for expecting such a high return on such a low investment. Parents never learn when to keep their mouths shut.
The rain tonight was insane. It was worst than what I experienced during the Irene evacuations. Getting ready to move. I’m really dreading waking up in about 2 hours. It’s always awesome to think about how insignificant my gripes are. For every one complaint, there are millions to match it. We are creatures of habit, and we tend to gravitate towards some sort of acceptance. The quest to be different is an uphill battle, that the true winner ends up king of the mountain, and with no one to celebrate.
Subway with long walk…yes please.
Spent some time at the local bookstores today. It was a nice break from habit. Other than that, just another Sunday night.
I need some change. It feels like the same routine without getting anywhere. Moon really sucks. I hate this place now. I remember liking it here, but it really feels like I’m out of touch with everything here. I don’t really know anyone outside of the house, and that bothers me a bit. I think that contributes to the stale factor. I feel like an unestablished idiot in a world of established people. It’s really difficult to meet people out here when you’re 26.
This is a bit crazy, but it’s almost the end of the line. One call away from everything changing. I’m staring at the next chapter of my life with anticipation and anxiety.
It’s weird, but I feel like I’m in my own little world here. The single guy amongst married couples. At least I’m not thinking about work. Shit is changing at the house back home since I left, so I’m in a bit of a complacent mood. Friends coming and going. Time is a bitch. Looking forward to some personal growth. Really wish I brought a guitar.
2 1/2 hours until freedom, or should I say 10 hours of confinement in a car. stopping in Germantown, MD for the night. excited to just get away. I want some fresh seafood.
Face wash is evil. I thought I’d try it out and I have more zits than if I didn’t bath for a year. Scam.
The goal for today. Finish essential tasks before leaving, laundry, pack and record jam ideas. I’m so pumped to be making music again.
