Not really, but its fucked up to think that i'm 25. Half way to 50, 5 years away from 30. I can remember like yesterday having the best times ( or should I say, the best carefree times) of my life in high school and college. I've got it in my head that you're supposed reach certain milestones at specific points in your life: Have a nice start down a career path, own property, have a diversified portfolio, meet at girl at this point, get married in 2 years, and god-forbid have a kid at or around 30.
Of all that bullshit what do I have? Maybe the girl, and maybe a career path on some days depending on how I feel or decide to look at it.
On the plus side? I like where i'm at. I've got a job, I've got great friends, my health, awesome hobbies, and the drive to do whatever it is that I put my mind to.
Not so bad.
Fuck society brainwashing people.
My 5 week race finishes at MT Tabor(all out 40 or higher): 12, 12,18,25,14. Middle of the road. (no pun intended).
As for my restaurant griping: People who say they don't want to sit by the door for various reasons are chickenshit in my book. Actually, in general, people who complain about being sat somewhere that they don't like are giant piles of chickenshit. I mean come on. Your food is going to taste the same regardless if you're in one area of the restaurant or another. And lets be honest, its just dinner right? Your meal for two is going to cost less then 30 bucks with tip(if you decide to do that) so don't fucking complain!
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