Where to start? I’m going through a quarter-life crisis.
I’m in my mid-twenties (more like late twenties to be honest, but whatever), and by all yardsticks of my society, I’m doing great. I have a career, I earn a steady paycheck, and I can afford real food. I’m in bed at an hour I used to scoff at, and I don’t get tax refunds anymore. My sixteen year old self would be disgusted.
But I feel like I’m chomping at the bit, and all that’s doing is wearing down my teeth.
I’ve also got itchy feet, which doesn’t help at all. The minute I achieve any sort of stability, my nomadic ancestry decides to assert its presence. All of a sudden, I’m online looking for travel deals and reconnecting with long lost friends who are anywhere but here. I find myself mentally calculating how I would distribute my possessions (books – ship to parents; furniture – sell, donate, or chuck; pets – pawn off on roommate).
I’m off to indulge myself in a little self-absorbed existential crisis.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
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I wish my nomadic ancestry would kick in...
you practically have to force me to travel anywhere! damn, what is UP with that?
seriously though, if the feet ar itchin then get on with it!!
it's all about the self-absorbed existential crises right now man...think many of us are with you on that. :)
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