An
ancient proverb tells us that patience is a virtue—and if this is true, then I am
pretty darned virtuous. My whole life is
a waiting game, and I never advance any closer to an end goal. And yes, I know that life is a destination,
not a journey, but mine is neither. I
have increasingly realized over the past year that I have no concept of fun, or
relaxation, or hobbies, and part of this is because I am just too poor for
them. Hobbies require some kind of
income, unless you’re hiking (and even that requires the money to buy proper shoes). I have also realized that if I ever find a
real job, I won’t have time for fun. I’ll
be too busy working. At this point,
though, I don’t guess it matters. I am
single and hardly surrounded by a plethora of friends—nearly everyone I am
close to lives miles and miles from here—but it would just be nice to make
money. It would also be nice to be
married and have children before I grow old and die—but that requires money,
too. I guess writing is the cheapest
hobby I could imagine, but the stress of my life has pushed me into a period of
writer’s block.
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