You’ve done everything right in your life up to this point. You went to high school. Graduated. Moved out of your parents house. Went to college. Graduated. Got a job to sustain your basic needs. Now you wake up everyday and wonder what the fuck you’re doing. Classic QLC.
Your job is not satisfying. Any of the following scenarios may apply. At one time maybe it’s what you thought you wanted, now it’s definitely not. You’re stuck at a McJob until you figure out what you’re next move is. You’re in “hurry up & wait” mode, just putting in time until you can move up the ladder. OR you’re like me and went to college but now you have no desire whatsoever to pursue that thing you went to college for.
Sunday Brunch Caesers are your religion and also a metaphor for your existence. A shot or two of alcohol dressed up as something of more substance, but really just an excuse to drink before noon. You’d drink em everyday if you could but for some reason they’re always the Sunday cocktail special.
You sometimes kinda wanna have a baby… You also sometimes definitely don’t wanna have a baby.
You browse Craigslist and get emotionally attached to every listed west coast acreage you can’t afford for another 4 years, which is so close… yet so far away.
If I had a dollar for every rent cheque I’ve ever written, I’d probably have one whole rent cheque. When I was 18, paying rent in exchange for a whole month of free will was the shit. But somewhere down the line when you realized all the money you’ve paid in rent over the years, could of equalled a down payment (a couple times over) the freedom feeling dulls and rent-cheque-writing turns into a single-tear-rolling-down-your-cheek kind of experience.
Some of your friends are married. Some of your friends are parents. Some of your friends found Jesus. Some of your friends are drunks. Some of your friends are drunks in Thailand. Together these 5 categories equal 100% of your friends.
Your whole world right now is just day-in, day-out scrambling to find something you are passionate about.
Remember that time we did too many drugs and handled it like high-schoolers? Sometimes you want to do that again but you don’t know how or where to buy drugs anymore.
You are tempted to make impulsive decisions, but the indecision is paralyzing. Every decision is the worlds hardest because all you can think about is how each choice could potentially shape the rest of your life.