quarter-life-crisis
I am 23.
My life is one-quarter of the way gone (and that's if I am fortunate enough to live past 90.). I have been consumed by this idea as of late; by this notion that I am 1/4 dead. (And by "as of late" what I really mean to say is "3 years or so, AND COUNTING.") Here's the best part: Instead of GRABBING LIFE BY THE HORNS and finishing my big fancy novel and running every morning and working on my script and putting THAT into action by MAKING my movie and calling all of the friends that I have neglected and eating fewer oreos and drinking less coffee and feeling GOOD about myself and GOOD about my accomplishments I instead decide to sit at the computer at 4:53 a.m. (because I've worked myself up so much that can't sleep) eating ritz crackers by the handful (because there aren't any oreos) and panicking about (blogging about) my absolute and eminent doom.
EDIT: It is now 5:01 a.m. because I couldn't figure out how to spell "eminent." I need to get a life. Really, no pun intended.
My life is one-quarter of the way gone (and that's if I am fortunate enough to live past 90.). I have been consumed by this idea as of late; by this notion that I am 1/4 dead. (And by "as of late" what I really mean to say is "3 years or so, AND COUNTING.") Here's the best part: Instead of GRABBING LIFE BY THE HORNS and finishing my big fancy novel and running every morning and working on my script and putting THAT into action by MAKING my movie and calling all of the friends that I have neglected and eating fewer oreos and drinking less coffee and feeling GOOD about myself and GOOD about my accomplishments I instead decide to sit at the computer at 4:53 a.m. (because I've worked myself up so much that can't sleep) eating ritz crackers by the handful (because there aren't any oreos) and panicking about (blogging about) my absolute and eminent doom.
EDIT: It is now 5:01 a.m. because I couldn't figure out how to spell "eminent." I need to get a life. Really, no pun intended.