Life, man. Just... life. It's really scary. It's like driving around in Baltimore. You make a turn that should tecnically send you in the right direction, and it might just as easily take you to the ghetto instead. Not that I know what direction is the right one, anyway... I need a road map, or OnStar, or GPS or something. Or better yet, why
(
Read more... )
That was kind of a mean question, I mean of course you don't *want* to, but you know that it's going to get closer, somehow, as time passes, and that is reason enough to let things take their own course and just respond to things as they come rather than rising up to meet the future head-on. I mean, the future is a fucking scary place, and the path to find it is full of risks and ventures and uncertainties, wrapped in a burrito ( ... )
Reply
Reply
I do tend to judge myself much more harshly than anyone else, actually, and I'm not entirely sure why. It's such a natural part of my personality that it doesn't even occur to me until someone points it out. I don't think I'll ever get over it, but at least I can attempt to be a little better about it.
If mom and dad weren't older than the average parents of a twentysomething, I probably wouldn't have as much trouble with leaving them by themselves, but they've been helping me out a lot more than I've helped them out, even with as much as I do around here, so... I'm not sure that that's entirely logical. Still, while dad's on the mend, I don't think I'll be going anywhere.
I've actually been to Yahoo Hot Jobs, but not recently... I tend to tone down my searching when I have a good lead, but that's probably not a good idea. I should probably keep on searching reguardless until someone tells me I've got a job.
Reply
The thing about the path from point A to point B is that I only have a clear understanding of point A. Point B is a little rough, and the path... yea. No idea. I like bite-sized chunks, though. Makes it a lot easier to consume that bigass Chipotle-sized life-burrito.
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment