Opus

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I’ll give you a little background on who I am right now at this precise point in time, that way you can decide for yourself my qualification (or lack thereof) for espousing on such subjects as Life, Love, and the great hereafter… I make no claims of superiority; I have no credentials to back my theories and opinions, pretty much the only factor working in my favor here to give some semblance of credence is that I am Human, and these are my human (and inherently biased) views on the world.

So, here I am: young, relatively attractive, reasonably intelligent….I’m someone with seemingly endless possibility stretching before me, the world at my doorstep, and yet I’m wasting away, hiding from society and miserable.  I’ve heard of a new phenomenon called the ‘quarter-life crisis’, perhaps that’s what I am suffering from. 

It’s like the reverse of that McDonald’s commercial, the one where people order the coffee, drink it and ‘wake up’ to their life, realizing who they are and what they have….”wake up and smell your life” or some motto like that.  Well, I must have had some powerful brew, because I have woken up and smelled my life and it stinks.  I almost wish I could go back to the blinded edition, where I just woke up, went to work, and was moderately content to repeat the pattern day-in and day-out.