In a few months I’ll turn 25. Afterwards, it’ll be like half a decade before I reach 30. Imagine that. Two and a half decades. And now looking back, I see I have this impressive list of achievements in my life so far:
Um, okay. Maybe I don’t have any real achievements at all. Except for that mustache. They can’t get any finer than that, nosiree.
So to help me out in figuring what i want in life, I’ve commissioned my inner child to give me a pep talk. Or something.
INNER CHILD: So, you quit your job, eh?
ME: Yes I did.
INNER CHILD: Didn’t you enjoy your job?
ME: Yeah, kinda. But c’mon, I can’t spend the rest of my life answering calls and helping rednecks find the start button. I have to plan and make sure I become a somebody by I’m 27. Or something.
INNER CHILD: Oh shit.
ME: What?
INNER CHILD: You’re planning.
ME: Yeah? So?
INNER CHILD: You’re planning!
ME: I honestly don’t see the point here.
INNER CHILD: You’re *gasp* growing up! Read the rest of this entry »
