Art of Growing Old

These first few sentences are for you. You who wait five minutes to move after the light turns green. You also love to drive 20 miles below the speed limit. This baffles me. I’m not a strong advocate for speeding but you make me wish horrible things upon you when you go 35 in a 55. Oh, and this morning you cut me off because you weren’t smart enough to notice the very obvious “LANE ENDS IN 50ft” sign. You constantly run your mouth and nothing clever emerges. Instead, you attempt to convince everyone that they’re not clever enough to understand your wit. You lack common courtesy. You are a piece of crap, sir, but you do make my day slightly more entertaining.

It’s been one of those mornings, if you can’t tell. In fact, it’s been a few days of these mornings. I have great days but dear god, I can’t sleep and I can’t stop thinking…

Life is turning around for me. I’ve been following the news more carefully lately, I’m enjoying my job, I’ve had a life outside of work this week, and I’m genuinely happy. So of course I’d find something to distract myself from the simplicity of the happiness, right? Well, not completely distract. Let’s face it, I could probably brighten anyone’s mood right now because I have a plethora of energy. Maybe you punch people that are as happy as I am. That’s ok, I’d probably still be happy.

Nevertheless, my mind wanders so much lately. It’s probably because I had some emotions stir up in me that I didn’t even know could be stirred anymore. I’m interested to see what I’m going to do about them though. In fact, I’ll probably keep writing about the situation because it’s going to be pretty entertaining…

I have some things that I want to write about so I’ll probably get into some sort of multi-part series again pretty soon. In the meantime, I’ll keep posting random thoughts and indirectly explaining the odd emotional situation I’ve found myself in and how much I’m loving meeting some new people out here.

I think this entry was pointless.