Young me Old me Part I
When I was young I always thought marriage was end game. One love, one job, two children, happy ending. I almost got married at 19 and 29 and now I’m 37 thinking forget that noise! I can’t even grasp the concept of being tied down to a person. I don’t find it natural in anyway to be stuck with one person until I die. PUT THE GUN DOWN people who are married and reading this! I’m not saying marriage is a terrible thing, I’m saying it’s not my gig. Children? You bet I want one or two but I’ll probably adopt and yes I know there should be someone to mother my children so they grow up normal but we’ll cross that bridge later. For now, “single” stays on my resume.
Let’s talk responsibility while we’re at it. I should never have any yet here I am the boss of 35 peeps keeping this great country safe. Yeah I’m in charge of peoples lives! Even writing this right now I laugh. How the fuck did this happen? I use to quit careers to avoid getting up early in the morning and now its 200am on the dot four times a week. I’m tired all the time and way mellowed out now. I use to work, go to the gym shower and still go drinking with my friends till the ass crack of dawn. Now, I come home from work, eat something real quick and sit for an hour or two on the couch without moving then go to sleep. I need nine hours of sleep now! WTF?!
Speaking of sleep, thats what my old ass should be doing now.