Thank so much - you are pretty fuckin’ awesome, my friend - and this definitely made me smile. :)
It may be a mark of my perpetual indecisiveness that instead of having a career at 25, I’m a licensed vet tech, veterinary assistant, bartender, stable hand, artist, and photographer all at once. Oops.
I was just mauled by the most appallingly large mosquito I have ever seen; I wasn’t even entirely convinced it was a mosquito because it was about half an inch long, but it fit the bill, and now I have a giant welt on my shoulder where it decided to dine. In the process of flinging a book at it as it landed again (hey, I was half asleep, not the time for tactical strategy I guess) I lost track of where it went… no more buzzing, yet here I am wide awake.
Truer words never spoken; sometimes they can’t even comprehend flying at all, because it is something that’s “just not done” - and they work so hard to perpetuate their own captivity.
Life is tedious, monotonous, mind-numbing. I need adventure, brain-food, anything that can separate me from my job title(s). I feel like a robot; I wake up, sometimes I eat, more often I don’t, I go to work, I talk to quite a lot of people, I come home, I sleep.
I worry about tedious things - materialistic crap I don’t need, but I don’t have anything else to focus on so sometimes I do some gratuitous shopping that I really don’t care about because it’s just a distraction from the daily grind.
I want to be back in Vermont on top of a mountain, or muddling through some mossy, swampy forest in South Carolina, exploring waterfalls in Ithaca, visiting long-distance friends, or learning — having my brain stimulated in some way, devouring new information. I suppose work should provide that because I am always learning, but there is so little incentive when you’re constantly beat down.
My mind is rotting.