So I lost my shit this morning, and it hasn't got any better throughout the day, I think I'm just getting to grips with things now.
It was a pretty innocuous start, my friend mentioned me in a Tweet about Biggy Smalls, that's what kicked it off. Spurred on by the tweet, I did a Wikipedia search to learn more, that's when it fucking hit me. Biggy was 24 when he died, he wrote Juicy when he was 21, Juicy! One of the most influential raps of all time when he was 21.
I'm 24, I've got months to change the face of Hip Hop, or I've failed! Tupac was 25 when he died, so maybe I've got a year.
My friend at work tried to make it better. "If it helps, I'm going to be 27 this year", another one chipped in, "I'm going to be 36", no, that doesn't fucking help, it just means I'm gonna be older, and more game changes will have been younger than me when they died. I think 27 is gonna be a horrific year at this rate.
And how exactly do you handle a quarter life crisis? I can't afford a sports car, I can't get a younger girlfriend, because that's weird, motorbikes scare the shit out of me, so what does that leave me?
I'm pretty sure my hair's receding as well.
Fuck, wish me luck.