How's this for a life? I wake up at 6:30 because it's the latest I can possibly sleep in apparently. I workout for as long as physically possible. Come home and watch the World Cup while working out more. Eat some peas and roast beef. And it's not even noon.
I was reading some of my old blog posts from approximately 3 years ago. It was alright then, but despite my positive overtones in my writing, I can still remember the uncertainty I had inside. You know, the uncertainty of not graduating somehow and having my life ruined.
As lavish as my lifestyle is, I'm not as rich as I might portray. Sure, I buy plane tickets to visit certain old friends and new goddaughters pretty willy-nilly. But it was the hell of those years in college that gives me that privilege.
About three years ago I used to go to the pool with then girlfriend quite a bit. In memory of this, I went and sat by the pool here at my apartment complex for a few minutes yesterday. That few hundred seconds of direct sunlight should do wonders for my tan.
I'm my own worst enemy in so many aspects, but I think many people are. It's the constant slavemaster that is human emotion. You know you are getting too worked up and excited about something, and you know that in a few days it'll be simmered down, and in a few months it'll be but a memory, but it's really hard to put a leash on those feelings. And you know it's not the first time or last time for that cycle of events. Oh well, that's the human psychology for you. That's when alcohol and hard drugs come in handy. And black tar heroin.
I read this Girl With The Dragon Tattoo book and it was alright. I think I'm getting more into the study of human emotions and the existential rather than just decent plot development. I can see how some people shy away from fiction because they say real life is interesting enough. But I think real life is boring too. The human condition is what's interesting. At least to weirdo wannabe psychologists/philosophers like me.
I have a gift for predicting the future. Not really predicting, but I can see how the dominoes are probably going to fall. Sense it really. I can see someone and know that they'll have a brief yet powerful stint in my life. I can predict a situation, and it'll play out. So let's put this out there, Duke business school within 10 years. Or London Business School. This is all after some rich relative I didn't know existed dies and leaves me a cool mill. That's a textile mill, not a million dollars.
The best part of new friends or relationships is that I can re-tell all of my old anecdotes. And the older I get, the better and more plentiful the stories. And you can refine the tellings. But there's a certain trust involved in divulging the best, most insane ones. That's part of the fun.
Comments (1)
for some reason for which i can't pin point right this second i like this entry. good luck getting a mill :P :)