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A while back, I met this guy online. He's a friend of that cute cub that showed me the World of Merentha multi-user dungeon game. Unfortunately for me, he's very straight, but we still connect very well. He and I both being Pisces tend to share a lot of metaphysical and esoteric musings about life, spirituality and higher purposes. Our recent conversations have frequently carried on well past the time I should reasonably been in bed by, but I could never bring myself to prematurely end being able to share such incredible and meaningful dialog is something I truly relish.
That has recently spawned within me a fit of nostalgia that had me thinking back to when I was more carefree--which was after high school and before I became trampled down by the weight of the world.
I remembered back when I was working my first "real job" in 2000-01, which for the record, was the UPS call center. I remembered how I used to be back then. As much as I didn't care for the job, I really liked the life I was living. I was transitioning from 18 to 19 and just starting to come into my own. I just bought my first cell phone, starting to hang out with my first real friends, going to school while balancing out work. I had a very rich and full life.
Back then, I wasn't encumbered with the mundanities that I face today. I wasn't subjected to the threats of creditors nor the constant hassle of a car that constantly needs attention. Granted, I didn't know the joys and pains of love either. And to quote Wicked, though I may have been flying solo, at least I was flying free.
My work and school schedule coincided, so I had weekends free. I had Friday and Sunday off from my job and worked the early shift on Saturday (6am to 10am, if I remember correctly), but because UPS didn't have a normal delivery schedule on Saturdays, the day was usually pretty slow and more often than not, I was allowed to go home early.
After returning home, I would flop down in my bed and nap to prepare for the inevitable hanging out with my newfound friends and just have a carefree and fun time.
Those truly were golden days. As I look back on the person I was then and compare it to the person I am now, I can safely say that I am definitely now an adult. Nevermind the fact that I'm wearing a t-shirt, shorts & flip-flops here at work while subtly toggling between webcomics and official work applications on my computer. The days of yore just that--yore. Never to ever be the same again.
That has recently spawned within me a fit of nostalgia that had me thinking back to when I was more carefree--which was after high school and before I became trampled down by the weight of the world.
I remembered back when I was working my first "real job" in 2000-01, which for the record, was the UPS call center. I remembered how I used to be back then. As much as I didn't care for the job, I really liked the life I was living. I was transitioning from 18 to 19 and just starting to come into my own. I just bought my first cell phone, starting to hang out with my first real friends, going to school while balancing out work. I had a very rich and full life.
Back then, I wasn't encumbered with the mundanities that I face today. I wasn't subjected to the threats of creditors nor the constant hassle of a car that constantly needs attention. Granted, I didn't know the joys and pains of love either. And to quote Wicked, though I may have been flying solo, at least I was flying free.
My work and school schedule coincided, so I had weekends free. I had Friday and Sunday off from my job and worked the early shift on Saturday (6am to 10am, if I remember correctly), but because UPS didn't have a normal delivery schedule on Saturdays, the day was usually pretty slow and more often than not, I was allowed to go home early.
After returning home, I would flop down in my bed and nap to prepare for the inevitable hanging out with my newfound friends and just have a carefree and fun time.
Those truly were golden days. As I look back on the person I was then and compare it to the person I am now, I can safely say that I am definitely now an adult. Nevermind the fact that I'm wearing a t-shirt, shorts & flip-flops here at work while subtly toggling between webcomics and official work applications on my computer. The days of yore just that--yore. Never to ever be the same again.