a lil sumpin sumpin. Remeber those good ol’ days where people used to write shit? Now all I get to see on my dash is a bunch of fuckin cool gifs and pics and memes and shit. I guess that’s cool too. Kind of a good trade-off.
It’s almost been a year since I graduated and sometimes I think I’m living the life that I never wanted to have post-college. The whole thing about being stuck in a M-F-9-5 grind and making money but not doing what you really want to be doing. Or doing something that you don’t love. Then again, how many of us are lucky enough to be able to fully support our lifestyles without sacrificing something? Uh huh.
I can’t complain. Sometimes I want to. Like now. But when I count my blessings it starts to put things into perspective. Maybe I have to be in the career field I’m in, so that I’m able to raise and support my own family someday. Fucking weird thinking about that shit. I just hope that I don’t end up working so damn much that my kids are gonna barely know who I am and rebel every chance that they get. *Cue typical suburban family with a dog named Max, a teenager who’s hiding smoking cigarettes from his/her parents, a wife that feels unappreciated after cooking and cleaning all day, and then the father who’s worked 10 hours, gets home and just wants to eat, drink a beer, and watch sports.* Fuck. I don’t know how I got off on such a tangent but whatever.
Til next time!