A better tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow...
I want to be respectable again.
I'm not sure that I enjoy being a dirty old man. A world without women would almost seem liberating.
No more OkCupid, no more bars, no more hot young Analysts... I don't want them in my life anymore.
The other day I facebook-stalked a couple of those "unattainable" gals from college. I laughed really hard. What the fuck was I thinking back then?
Age is a great leveller.
Or maybe they were always ugly, and my standards have just gotten higher or something.
Or I'm luckier.
...
I've come to the conclusion that I've often used my work as a way to get away from living life. I am always putting off "living" life until a better tomorrow - one in which I'm healthier, fitter, sexier, richer, smarter, etc.
Well, tomorrow never comes. I've been living in the past. I've been holding my breath.
I hate it.
Someday, I just want to wake up in the morning, and be comfortable with who I am.
...
It's past 1 am. I am wide awake. No one I can talk to.
Except maybe Mom.
Maybe I'll call her after all.