Inexcusable, I know. I promised a proper entry in July and I’ve still not gotten around to it. I promise, if it’s not up by this weekend, I WILL pluck each and every leg hair of mine with tweezers. Gross much?
A lot and nothing have happened at the same time. By a lot, I mean the usual things like sunrise, sunset and the chores in between. And nothing…well, it speaks for itself.
I’m pretty sure I’ve ranted to a few people on separate occasions about my mini quarter-life crisis. I fear it’s not one of those things that sound silly once it has been said out loud. I don’t even know exactly when it came about, it’s not like I woke up one morning/afternoon and decided that my life has nothing much in it.
I’ve been feeling like I could have done a lot more with all my years that have passed. I doubt I’m alone when it comes to this gnawing. Even though misery loves company, this battle must be fought alone. The problem is, I don’t know HOW.
Everything bores me, save my education. That’s most likely because the thought of being a crap doctor scares the hell out of me like Lucifer wouldn’t believe. Everything feels recycled. Everyone seems to be just going through the motions. I need something to remind me that I’m alive, young and capable of anything. I need excitement, adventure and fun.
Or maybe I just need to get the fuck out of here.