All my friends are getting houses and starting families and I'm 25 and I'm only in my second year of college. What is my desire? I don't know. I see people getting their new cars and their new houses. I tell myself that "I want that." But I think that maybe I'm wrong.
I mean, the car, the house, the kids. It's an enticing prospect. It always has been.
Maybe that's not what I really want. Maybe I just want the happiness that goes along with it. While I've been in bands and dicked around at dead end jobs for the last 7 years, everyone has been moving on. I have few friends now(but I honestly have always been okay with that) and I'm years away from some form of a future. But I've kept my head down and started going to school again. That's all well and good, but where will I be in a couple of years? I can't even meet a damn girl that can relate to me.
While I keep my nose to the grindstone, I betray myself. On wednesday I'm taking my notebook and my guitar to a friend's place and we're going to hash out ideas.