I'm not going to lie to you and say that I have had a bad life. In fact at times I have walked among the charmed. This blog is my account of my fall from grace. Scratching and clawing I fight to delay the shedding of my skin. The epedermis of youth and emerge from lifes cocoon as a 30 year old moth.
Lets not pretend that age does not bring it's bennefits. However I and many like "I" will declare the generality that few of us ever hear the word "I wish I was older". The irony of life is that we spend the first 18 years of our life saying this very thing and then get our wish for a wonderous 7 years of sex drugs rock and roll, perhaps college, and perhaps meaningful work.
Now it hits me at age 25, I will soon be 30 years old. I'm college educated but can't seem to escape the service industry. My hairline receeding. My stomach exceeding, Ive got a bad feeling about the backend of this decade. This writing is my therapy. That moment of solitude in a cubicle where you only hear your name if someone is unhappy with you.
Topic for next post: Fear
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