mid-life crisis
I went to the Butler Farm Show today, and I felt really old. How do you know when midlife crisis starts?
Meg and I are still having fun and typical newly-wed fits of rage. Money is tight, like it is with everyone. Applying for different new jobs, A job-coaching position is opening up with people with disabilities, a bit of a decrease in salary, but Meg and I will get health benefits which we need so she can get some feminine things that need checked. Then I don't have to worry about amputating body parts on my own if I get any infections in my limbs.
Life is going too fast, it needs to slow down so I get a chance to enjoy it.
We see babies a lot, I want one. I feel bad for everyone that has to listen to me until Meg and I can have babies. If we can even physically have babies, we're both not up to par when it comes to being healthy. I have to see how many bad genes of mine she's going to get.
We can always buy kids... right?
I always wanted to be in a band, had funky colored dyed hair, smoke as much weed as I can physically handle, piercings everywhere, and other fun stuff that comes with that lifestyle.
Instead I worry about mortgages, paperwork being completed on time, mowing the yard, smiling during interviews, kissing supervisor's asses, keeping the house clean and getting up for church on Sundays.
Oh well.... 24 going on 50, here we come.
I'll always rock out by myself no matter what life throws my way.
Cheers fuckers!
Meg and I are still having fun and typical newly-wed fits of rage. Money is tight, like it is with everyone. Applying for different new jobs, A job-coaching position is opening up with people with disabilities, a bit of a decrease in salary, but Meg and I will get health benefits which we need so she can get some feminine things that need checked. Then I don't have to worry about amputating body parts on my own if I get any infections in my limbs.
Life is going too fast, it needs to slow down so I get a chance to enjoy it.
We see babies a lot, I want one. I feel bad for everyone that has to listen to me until Meg and I can have babies. If we can even physically have babies, we're both not up to par when it comes to being healthy. I have to see how many bad genes of mine she's going to get.
We can always buy kids... right?
I always wanted to be in a band, had funky colored dyed hair, smoke as much weed as I can physically handle, piercings everywhere, and other fun stuff that comes with that lifestyle.
Instead I worry about mortgages, paperwork being completed on time, mowing the yard, smiling during interviews, kissing supervisor's asses, keeping the house clean and getting up for church on Sundays.
Oh well.... 24 going on 50, here we come.
I'll always rock out by myself no matter what life throws my way.
Cheers fuckers!