You know how when things are going OK and you’re actually kind of loving life and then you’re asked for the millionth time why you’re not married and have you started looking for a house and hey, don’t you need a new car? And hey, what are you doing with your life? And then suddenly you feel like fucking killing yourself, so thanks for the reminders? It’s been like that the last few days. Because it’s always the negative that people want to focus on. Hearing that someone is “doing well” just makes some people poke and prod and scoop out your emotional guys with a melon baller until you’re left second-guessing everything you thought was “happiness.”
Apparently, it’s not what I’m doing that matters, it’s what I’m NOT doing. Too bad I know better at 34 than to buy into that bullshit negativity. You know what I think? I think people are AFRAID of those of us who do what the fuck we want rather than connect the dots of life. Oh noes, I had a kid before marriage? I didn’t graduate college? I’M NOT LIVING MY LIFE IN THE GOD-GIVEN ORDER?! Get the fuck over it.
Besides, I got some good advice last night from my friends Rick & Tammy and I know that at the end of the day, I’m the only one who can change things—if that’s what I want. So instead of waiting for the next disaster, maybe I should start thinking about finding a way to become two steps ahead. Um, anyone know how to do that? Haha. J/K. I know most of us are in the Same Boat sailing down Shit Stream.
Jesus Christ, did I fuck up. Or…did I? There may not be a ring on my finger but I still feel pretty fucking happy so…
On that note, HAPPY FUCKING MONDAY.
*(Coincidentally, we were just talking last night about how Henry can make screen doors. Maybe that’s my destiny? Opening a screen door store with him? Because it sure as fuck isn’t
festering working in an office.)