I was talking with my friend Chris today and we both agree that our late 20’s are kind of shitty. I can’t get in the same town as Mike and Chris is looking to catch a break in more than a few ways.
And I’m so damn worried about the future that quite frankly, I’ve turned into a royal curmudgeon. So much so, in fact, that my left eye has not stopped twitching for weeks. TWITCHY CURMUDGEON!
I rarely go out during the week with my coworkers…and if I do, I’m usually pretty lame. You can ask them. They will tell you the same.
I didn’t want to celebrate my birthday. I got cranky about my oil change. I pouted about living alone when I had to kill a spider. I get pissy because I can’t decorate my apartment (if I can’t paint, then why even bother?). Then I get pissier because I don’t want to live in an apartment and I want a backyard.
It never ends. I’m boring. I’ve lost my excitement about “right now” because I’m so worried about the future. I’m going to try to change that…
If you catch me being a curmudgeon, smack me and tell me to snap out of it.