flamehoney

I'm having a Fight Club moment... my illusions are fading. The world isn't what it was promised to be when I was a kid. I'm an adult now, and I don't have a greater purpose than to be a warm body doing a job that a well-trained chimp could do. I went to school, I got married. Where is the white picket fence, and the respect of the community? When do I acquire enough stuff to be successful? Even with all of my degrees, stuff, bills, and a marriage...why am I still treated like a child.

I'm too old to be young anymore.

I'm too young to be old.

I'm in some kind of fucked up Gen-Y limbo.

Does work become rewarding, or do I just give up, and die a little inside to make it bearable? Maybe I just say "Fuck all," and see what happens.

In Tyler we trust.