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Well, I’m 31 now. It feels absolutely no different from 30 or even 29 when I really think about it. Every year people ask if you feel differently, but I’ve never heard anyone answer yes. Feeling different in the course of a year is pretty much something reserved to people under 16, from what I’ve seen. Things are uneventful and consist of flying to places, driving to places, playing music, drinking, and doing it all over again. Since I’ve been doing this for close to 10 years, it becomes so ordinary that it’s hard to remember I’m aging at all.
We were in Vienna this weekend, and I’ve been there numerous times before, but it’s really a fantastic city. It’s nice being able to highlight countries to the seemingly best places. Even when you’re drinking some place, you can just look outside and see these buildings that look almost out of place with their age and elegance. Amanda came to visit us while we were there, she’s cute when she’s drinking. You can’t say that about a lot of people, but it’s true of her. I think she’s going to cook for me when we have a break pretty soon here.
It’s frustrating when you can’t fix your mistakes. Or whatever the hell they might be. It’s hard to define things that happen randomly without explanation especially when they cause bad circumstances. But I don’t think that anyone knows how to fix everything and there’s a point when you just have to step away and give up. It kind of makes me wonder if this is what happened with my wife, that it just became too broken and I gave up early. Is there a point where something is to broken to continue, or is there always hope? I guess it depends on the people and the situation, but it still makes me wonder.
We were in Vienna this weekend, and I’ve been there numerous times before, but it’s really a fantastic city. It’s nice being able to highlight countries to the seemingly best places. Even when you’re drinking some place, you can just look outside and see these buildings that look almost out of place with their age and elegance. Amanda came to visit us while we were there, she’s cute when she’s drinking. You can’t say that about a lot of people, but it’s true of her. I think she’s going to cook for me when we have a break pretty soon here.
It’s frustrating when you can’t fix your mistakes. Or whatever the hell they might be. It’s hard to define things that happen randomly without explanation especially when they cause bad circumstances. But I don’t think that anyone knows how to fix everything and there’s a point when you just have to step away and give up. It kind of makes me wonder if this is what happened with my wife, that it just became too broken and I gave up early. Is there a point where something is to broken to continue, or is there always hope? I guess it depends on the people and the situation, but it still makes me wonder.