Thursday, August 19, 2004

What Happened?

I don't know about you, but I feel like I'm getting old. I'm only 23 and sometimes I feel like I'm pushing 50. Last night after dinner I passed out cold on the couch, watching prime-time t.v. I mean granted reality tv has a tranquilizing effect, but nodding off at 8pm? It just doesn't seem right. It's contrary to everything that being twenty something is supposed to be all about. It's contrary to the definition of "Prime-time." What's so "prime" about it, if I'm passed out, sawing logs on the couch? Some days I just want to strangle myself with my tie.

I used to be so much fun, what happened?

Well if you want to get technical about it: 7:00am meetings, rush hour traffic, stale bagels, cubicle walls, 8 hours of staring blankly at a computer screen, meaningless business related telephone conversation, the licking of one too many envelopes, bland, guarded, lifeless office chatter with co-workers, brown paper bag lunches, putting paper clips on documents of varying importance, those fake smiles that crack on your face throughout the day, the authentic smile as you push the door open to leave for the day, coming home to bills in the mail, the actual paying of said bills, eat, drink, sleep, lather, rinse, repeat.