I think a lot about my life and my future. I look at my grandfather and how he was defending our country in a foreign land at my age, and I think how meaningless, how trivial my life is.
I know I'm too smart to be bartending full-time, but on the flipside, I'm also too smart to lock myself into a job and a life that I'll hate.
I could write this stupid book, I could teach English in South Korea, I could get a job doing sales for Kinkos, I could build up the capital and open a bar, I could keep bartending, I could go back to school, I could fuck until an STD kills me, I could join the Army... I could do anything and everything my little heart desires.
I just don't know what the hell I want to do. The swan song of a lot of 24 year olds I suppose.....
I may be enjoying the ride, but I can't get out of my head long enough to really soak everything in. Something has to give, I just don't know when that's going to happen. I'll keep slinging booze, writing, making friends and chasing tail I guess.
I always want more more more, and I end up taking for granted how great life is, and how I never go wanting or needing for anything. Life could be sooooo much worse.