I have become one of the stupid people I bitch so much about. I am a lil slow this week and today in particular because nothing has gotten accomplished and I am doubting very much that anything will. I hate to find that I have become what I once was, which is a bit of a couch potato and that I am not doin the things in life that I enjoy. But then I was thinking a little more and I thought "Maybe that is what I enjoy in life." I mean think about it....I sit and write meaningless things to the world as a whole and I seem to be mighty content in that. Maybe I am not some lazy bum but a thinker, not a doer (sorry I got that from someone else) or realizing I quote a lot of other bullshit maybe I am a regurgitator. What the fuck? Who am I? Don't ya think I should figure it out soon before I end up being "old" with nothing accomplished, looking back at my life goin "Why didn't I put more into it?" Ok I hear little bells goin off (I think they are in my head....nope it is the dryer) tellin me it is time to remedicate myself. I am teetering a lil close to the edge which, as much fun as it sounds and feels at the time, is a lil dangerous afterwards. I have finally got some kind of control on my life and I am not aobut to let it go for the sake of letting my mind get carried away.
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