Post 12 of July 3rd, 2016
I don't like being confronted with my mom's mortality. She's kind of up-there in age and I know, statistically, she only has 5-10 good years left in her, regarding physical activity, being able, that kind of thing. And I'm... a really late bloomer in this fucking "life" thing. Part of it is how much of a slacker I am, and averse to working hard or putting myself in a shitty situation for a bit to advance myself. I like amenities, comfort, security, frugal living - basically, things that would be normal for a 30- or 40-something to regularly expect at his abode. Not... you know, me. But this city is fucking expensive and I'm at a job a high schooler could do which essentially means I'm like seven years behind, in terms of progression... :(