I've realized a few things today:
1)
It's been way too long since I've been to the zoo, and I need to go again soon. I spent almost an hour tonight watching videos of zebras, kangaroos, bears, lions, tigers, sharks and several other wild animals. Animals are awesome. I mean, come on, humans have been domesticating wild animals for at least 12,000 years and we still haven't figured out more than a handful of them.
2)
25 is a weird age. It's like I'm in some sort of weird No Man's Land of life. Anyone under the age of 20 makes me feel old, and anyone over the age of 30 makes me feel young.
Earlier tonight I went to Taco Bell for dinner (because there's not much else down here in Pratt, KS) and a busload of high school kids got their right before I did. As I was standing in line I related to Amarillo how much I hated the little fuckers. It's like the little shits never shut up and their world is confined to the space between their ears. But you know what? It wasn't that long ago that I was just like that. I remember being crushed by the fact that my prom date didn't really like me and we stopped talking to each other shortly thereafter, but now I just look back at it and laugh. I can't really judge kids because the person you are in high school is nothing like the person you are at 21 (let alone 25), and the only way they'll discover that is to live it for themselves.
Old people scare me because they remind me of how quickly life can pass you by and then one day you realize that you're 60 and you've accomplished nothing of consequence to the world. A lot of the people in my company have been employed there since before I was born. I've only been there for 22 months and already I'm getting restless and am thinking about moving on.
Truth be told, even people my age that I grew up with kind of freak me out. A lot of them are married and already have kids that are in school. Just having a dog is plenty of commitment for me. I feel like I have so many things to do with my life before I can even consider devoting myself to a home life. The thought of having kids before 30 seems patently absurd.
3)
American media and politics are completely fucked. (Okay, I didn't just realize this, but it's been weighing on my mind heavily.) We can't even get an adult discussion on issues as important and comprehensive as healthcare, let alone anything relatively minor. Obama gave a (platitude-laden, detail-lacking) speech before Congress last night, and all anyone is talking about is some douchebag that interrupted his speech. Come.The.Fuck.On. It's more than a little bit fucked when one of the very few journalists to ask serious questions and actually do a little bit of research (Matt Taibbi) writes for Rolling Stone. Then again, as Taibbi's recent appearance on Morning Joe demonstrates, there doesn't seem to be much point in even making an effort when most of the media just plug their ears and scream "la la la can't hear you America #1 why do you hate America?!?"
On a lighter note, this weekend looks to be fun. Drive back to Omaha from Kansas tomorrow, pick up Hopkins from Camp Bow Wow (I miss the little dude so much), likely meet up with Bukowskii tomorrow night, haircut Saturday morning (yes, I look forward to haircuts), and then off to the Nebraska - Arkansas State football game with my dad Saturday afternoon.
1)
It's been way too long since I've been to the zoo, and I need to go again soon. I spent almost an hour tonight watching videos of zebras, kangaroos, bears, lions, tigers, sharks and several other wild animals. Animals are awesome. I mean, come on, humans have been domesticating wild animals for at least 12,000 years and we still haven't figured out more than a handful of them.
2)
25 is a weird age. It's like I'm in some sort of weird No Man's Land of life. Anyone under the age of 20 makes me feel old, and anyone over the age of 30 makes me feel young.
Earlier tonight I went to Taco Bell for dinner (because there's not much else down here in Pratt, KS) and a busload of high school kids got their right before I did. As I was standing in line I related to Amarillo how much I hated the little fuckers. It's like the little shits never shut up and their world is confined to the space between their ears. But you know what? It wasn't that long ago that I was just like that. I remember being crushed by the fact that my prom date didn't really like me and we stopped talking to each other shortly thereafter, but now I just look back at it and laugh. I can't really judge kids because the person you are in high school is nothing like the person you are at 21 (let alone 25), and the only way they'll discover that is to live it for themselves.
Old people scare me because they remind me of how quickly life can pass you by and then one day you realize that you're 60 and you've accomplished nothing of consequence to the world. A lot of the people in my company have been employed there since before I was born. I've only been there for 22 months and already I'm getting restless and am thinking about moving on.
Truth be told, even people my age that I grew up with kind of freak me out. A lot of them are married and already have kids that are in school. Just having a dog is plenty of commitment for me. I feel like I have so many things to do with my life before I can even consider devoting myself to a home life. The thought of having kids before 30 seems patently absurd.
3)
American media and politics are completely fucked. (Okay, I didn't just realize this, but it's been weighing on my mind heavily.) We can't even get an adult discussion on issues as important and comprehensive as healthcare, let alone anything relatively minor. Obama gave a (platitude-laden, detail-lacking) speech before Congress last night, and all anyone is talking about is some douchebag that interrupted his speech. Come.The.Fuck.On. It's more than a little bit fucked when one of the very few journalists to ask serious questions and actually do a little bit of research (Matt Taibbi) writes for Rolling Stone. Then again, as Taibbi's recent appearance on Morning Joe demonstrates, there doesn't seem to be much point in even making an effort when most of the media just plug their ears and scream "la la la can't hear you America #1 why do you hate America?!?"
On a lighter note, this weekend looks to be fun. Drive back to Omaha from Kansas tomorrow, pick up Hopkins from Camp Bow Wow (I miss the little dude so much), likely meet up with Bukowskii tomorrow night, haircut Saturday morning (yes, I look forward to haircuts), and then off to the Nebraska - Arkansas State football game with my dad Saturday afternoon.
amarillo:
miss you. dinner next week, yay.
alyeska:
you should update more. =]