What the hell is wrong with this world? I am twenty-six years old, and all my friends are already reliving their high school glory days. Not in the typical sense you see in every sitcom and movie to pollute this fair earth. They weren’t all football stars, remembering their game winning touchdown, or the prom queens trying to live vicariously through her three-year-old daughter, who will more than likely become a crack whore or a rape and murder victim. I am talking about all these people that just won’t admit that high school ended almost ten years ago. They are stuck somewhere between when they’re mother’s weaned them, and death. They wake up every morning go through the grind of “what I have to do” all the time still talking about their big dreams of what they are going to do with their lives. At least they still have dreams I guess. Yet they never seem to act on them. If you want to be a musician, and you work a part time dead end job for three hours a day, how about instead of getting off work and bitching about how meaningless it is for the rest of the day while you get shithouse drunk, just to wake up the next day and repeat your day to day life, counting down the days until the weekend is here, just so you can drink yourself stupid again, and pretend like your life is taking you somewhere that you want to go, you play an instrument for a few hours.
Of course people are always bitching about dreams never coming true, they never will if they are only in your head. Drag them out and chase them down. Don’t just think that because you want it to happen it will by some act of god or faith. Whatever god it is that you do or don’t believe in; you are the closest thing to his actual existence, so go do something to better yourself.
Do I fall into this same category of hopeless aged youth? Well I’ve never been known for my skills of self-evaluation, but the fact is that I want to be a writer, and no matter how off-putting, downbeat, or pessimistic this may be, I’m still sitting here writing it, instead of just moping around talking about how I should write something. Should is the single most useless word in the English language, it just gives leeway to procrastination. Instead of thinking of what you should do, stop being a useless lazy sack of shit, and go do something, anything.
Get off your ass, stop with the self-loathing, and work towards the life you want. Or at least quit bitching about it. I don’t care.
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