Where in the hell do I start off?
I remember just over a year ago I decided to make the journey out to the west coast in the hopes of acheiving some sort of enlightenment or greater purpose. Turns out the greater purpose is mostly just greater range of bullshit to deal with. I remember thinking that SoCal would deliver me from the evils of the city instead it brought me to a new level of hell. Now I don't wanna make this out to sound like I'm constantly being hung up by the dick and left to dry (although there are certain days it would feel like a pick me up) but it just gets to the point where I feel like my professional world is run by fucking toddlers just looking for something to bitch about. If we hit target quota we are asked why we hadn't exceeded it, and once we clean up across the board it goes to mundane micro-managing the most tedious of tasks.
We never fucking win.
In any case we will find our way to find a means to some temporary end. A temporary happiness isn't the right phrasing but it's the first to come into my mind.
However it is so much more an that and we can barely see it. Everyday I see some stupid status update or tweet wishing the week away as soon as Monday hits, and for God knows what reason. We are all addcitcts. We drown ourselves in video games internet video sites poking friends online and adding boys and girls that'll never acknowledge you and you furiously react to their photos of what's his name and who's that bitch. Take a walk down a beach, follow a trail, or start a new one altogether. I decided that I didn't want Boston to be the only thing I knew in life.
So here I am. Trying to piece together the image that keeps a smile on my face. It could be the panting look on my pups face or some cute brunette or redhead jogging along the boardwalk in yoga pants. Maybe I'll spend a spell wishing I could get my balls to drop and peruse something of a mature relationship.
No rush.
