Sunday Night

My wife and I went out on Saturday to look at potential houses. We're growing up. Into adults. At least defined by western standards.

Growing up, I always rejected the idea of living the american dream. It's bullshit, plain and simple. Get born, be a good/bad kid, go to school, go to university, get married, buy a house, have kids, raise them right, get old, die. What's most angering about this is I've reluctantly accomplished everything up through university. Lets be clear, I would repeat everything through meeting my wife and getting married. But I still want to be chaotic. I don't want to give in to the american dream. I play the lottery every so often, I think of things I could do to be self employed, but in the end, I still would rather win the lottery. Because it would cause such resentment among my peers. I don't mean friends or family. I mean those who I have yet to meet.

I hate this feeling. I hate feeling like I'm helpless. Fuck the stupid asshole cunt idiotic greedy self serving mentality.