Gotta say, I hate driving now.

That's not true. I hated driving in traffic before. I like going to new places, but the whole delivery profession is just annoying.

Truth be told, my job is not that bad. It's better than my old job. I have an easy job. But it's so fucking mind numbing. I can feel my teeth clenching every hour. While I'm working, I'm glad to be getting paid. But at home, on the weekends, I feel this dread that I'm stuck again.

Short version:

Life: "Hey, Matt, you think you're getting ahead?"

Me: "Yeah."

Life: "You're planning for things?"

Me: "Yeah?"

Life: BITCH SLAP

Part of the reason is that I think I'm getting to a place where everything I ever wanted now looks horrible and grotesque and worst of all, not worth it.