once i start, i can't stop
There's never really anything going on during the week nights and I hate it. I hate being bored when I come home from work. I hate going home or JP's apartment and, like a drone, wait for the next day of work to come. It's such a BIG WASTE OF TIME. Why should I live each day according to my job? Why should I sit at home catering my life to this repetitive 9-6 schedule?
"Oh, I can't go out tonight, I have work tomorrow."
"I can't sleep with the stars tonight, I have to get up early tomorrow morning"
These are the words that I catch myself saying for the past couple of months. What happened to me? I used to be up for anything?
"1 AM walk in the park, I'm there."
"2 AM meteor shower, sure, I won't miss that for the world."
"5 AM sunrise, absolutely."
That's who I used to be. Now, well, now I'm being tied down by a meaningless, and time consuming, part of my life. I don't hate me job. I like Byer. I like being a part of something that has a beginning and end. I like being involved in the process, of seeing my work end up in the racks of the stores. BUT where is the spontaneity of my life? What happened to Ms. Up-For-Anything?
OR an even better question to ask: When did everyone else also become mindless drones?
What happened to my company? Where are my fellow adventurers? Where are my partners in crime?