the never ending crisis
My room is in between messy and tidy. It’s enough of both to not qualify completely for one or the other. My jeans lay on the floor under my hanging towel. My "bed", aka my sleeping bag and comforter are neatly folded and sitting in the middle of my bedroom floor. I’ve contemplated keeping my room spotless. I really enjoy it when my living space is clean and neat. But it’s just not worth the effort.
It’s funny how you get used to things. My daily commute to and from the city, New York City, used to seem exhausting and I would always fall asleep on the bus on my way home. Recently, however, I’ve discovered that I’m really not all that tired after the bus ride. In fact, I read a book to and from the city today. At this rate, I’ll be able to run a marathon in a matter of a decade if I just keep living in this area and working in the city.
On the movie "Rockstar," the band manager tells Mark Wahlberg that he was once married but that one day while he was at a bar with his wife, he had to go to the bathroom. At the urinal, as he was staring at the wall, a fear suddenly came over him. It was like he could see his whole life’s plan. It was like his life had been laid out for him. He could see the job that he would have for the rest of his life. He could see the family that he would be raising. He could see himself growing old and living out the rest of his days according to this blueprint. He got scared and walked out of the bar and never looked back.
Sometimes I feel like that. I can see the life I’ll lead and it kind of scares me. I don’t know why, but it does. It takes a certain kind of person to have a midlife crisis when he’s only 26. I guess I’m that certain kind of person.
