Closing time
It’s nearing 7-o-clock and I’m getting ready to get off work and go on a big date. 1 freaking year of dating…wow…that sounds like such a long time. But this isn’t going to be about my dating life…simply because it’s rather boring. Zing! there’s a good topic.
The other day I was eating dinner with some good friends of mine and I came to the unfortunate realization that I have become kind of lame in my pursuit of adulthood. I no longer want to stay out past 10, I’m trying to save money instead of making it rain in Best Buy and worst of all I think I’d rather sit at my apartment and watch a movie or a tv show or something than go hang out with people. Gee thanks realization…I was kind of content in my ignorance of my level of lameness.
But I have been inspired to change. And there are a few contributing factors. Number 1: My apartment is disgusting. There’s dishes everywhere, clothes on the floor and dust covering everything to the point that even I can’t ignore it. Number 2: I don’t want to look back on my younger years and wonder what the hell I’ve done with my youth. And I definitely don’t want the answer to be “I watched a bunch of movies and tv shows.” Number 3: This one is a doozey. I went and saw Harry Potter Sunday night and decided that if these 17 year old kids can defeat the greatest evil their world has ever seen, I can stand to go on some more adventures. Now a good argument to make at this point would be…it’s not real. Which is entirely beside the point. Who gives a flying rat’s ass if it’s real or not? It sufficiently does what all good stories do and that is take you away from the mundane lives we are forced to live and into something wonderful. Pushing all the depressing notes out of that little ditty…I mean it. That’s the entertainment industry is so high-dollar because people crave that escape. Hell even I crave that escape. Last but not least and maybe the most subtly affective factor: I can no longer fit into my skinny jeans.
So what to do about this little awakening. Well for starters I’m going to go out to dinner for my 1-year anniversary, not be frugal, go get drinks afterward, and have some stimulating and hopefully fulfilling conversation. I feel like I’m wasting my youth and that drives me crazy. Of course I’d rather not actually be the only defense human kind has against the forces of evil, but it might not be a bad thing to be able to clean my apartment by waving a stick around and speaking some Latin. But since that’s not an option, how about I do my best to make what I’m doing now.
I don’t think it’s a bad thing to have my head in the clouds sometimes, as long as I occasionally look down and make sure my feet are still planted firmly in the real world.

