I ask myself this every couple of months, or when something makes me realize that my life sucks. A couple of weeks back I was talking to Nicole and I realized that my life SUCKS! I'm not saying it on some "Oh woe is me I got cheated on and lost my job" type shit, I'm saying it because I haven't lived my life. When I think about college, while I do have great memories, I don't have anything that I could retell and people say, "Awwww shit! damn I wanna do that"!
I really realized that shit earlier when I was on the phone with Claude. He was telling me a couple of stories about some shit he did when he was younger, and I got jealous. I seriously got jealous at the fact that he had stories to reminisce on and I don't have that.
I wish I would've gotten drunk more. I wish I would've fucked around more. I wish I did more embarrassing shit. From here on out, I'm living reckless. Not "doing meth, getting pregnant & raw dogging" type reckless. But more like "snorting cocaine a couple of times (joke??) and drunken one nights stands where condoms ARE used" type of reckless. I need to have embarrassing things to keep from my future children.
I'm beginning to realize that I'm a bit too serious about life. I'm 22 years old, but I stress like a 47 year old divorcee with 6 kids, a mini-van with 3 past due car note and a bastard child on the way. I need to stop that or I'll die young...
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