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[laverda77]

If it weren't for distraction, what would my life look like? Books, booze, starving, motorcycles, bicycles. I have gone through those except the last two. Actually, except for drinking, I dabble in all of those to a greater or lesser degree. What next? Does this end, or is this what life really is like for everyone? Thirty or forty more years of

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[tyranorexic]

I wish we could go out for coffee. Or tea or hot chocolate or something.
Or go to a movie, or a book reading or a walk or to the ocean, you know. ♥

[laverda77]

Ah, thank you : ) The thought of that is so nice, and I look forward to the time when I will have time to do those things. I think a lot of the frustration I felt when I wrote that was due not only to uncertainty, but also to a lack of doing the very things you mentioned.

Noelle, you have great insight, and I love your awareness of life around you, and within you. You would be a great person to have coffee with.

[grendelsmom]

I'm thinking about similar things lately. I'm worried that after all of our exciting, romantic "firsts"- (kiss, love, kick ass concert, getting drunk, childbirth, etc) everything will seem mediocre and tired.
I think that especially now that we have so many choices (profession, location, partner) we are even more restless.
I like your journal, btw, I added you if you don't mind. :)

[laverda77]

A smoking cat!

Glad you like the journal: It's where I can vent some of the nonsense that rattles around in my head from time to time. As best I can tell, most people find the older stuff more interesting, all I talk about now seems to be bicycling. I figured it was the one thing I enjoyed as a child, so maybe it would bring me happiness as an adult. Turns out that it still works! : )

I said to myself, "who is this smoking cat?" I looked at your journal to get an idea, and it seems that you have a lot to say that I can relate to as well. Except for the husband and breastfeeding and Iceland bit, of course. I'll add you as well!

With so many choices in life, and quick access to damn near everything, it is very hard to be satisfied with who I am and what I have in the the moment. The restlessness that stems from that is an itch that I have never been able to scratch. The discontent is also notable.