AMF’s and Middle-Points
I totally failed with the 30 day photo challenge, but I’m promising myself to make up all the days I lost. Stay tuned!
One of the reasons I failed was because last week there were about 50 different people with birthdays. So from about Wednesday – Sunday it was party after gathering after party. Including my own which I may or may not have gotten embarrassingly drunk during. Don’t ask me why I asked a guy who looked like Moby if he masturbated for a living, used a pool stick as a mic stand for most of the night or got pissed when people were “ruining my buzz” playing Whitney Houston music. It was drunk B, and drunk B is a wildcard. Just to let you know I’m not referring to myself in third person I’m talking about a completely different person, really! I totally paid for being a drunk asshole the next day though, so don’t worry.
To be perfectly honest turning 24 kinda sucks, not that 23 was that much better. It’s a weird middle-point for me where I don’t have the worry/responsibility-free thing going on anymore, but I don’t have enough worries/responsibilities that make me feel like I’ve accomplished much. Right now I wish I could either rewind or fast forward, because pressing play isn’t doing a whole lot. Granted, every monotonous thing I’m doing is making strides towards the forward part, it’s just taking a little longer than I’d like.
I made a really important goal to meet before my 25th birthday so now I’ve got one year to accomplish it. I feel accomplishing what I need to in a year will be the best thing to get me out of the suffocating middle point.
I’m going to guess getting plastered at a pub isn’t going to do much for me, either. Time to finally quit drinking? (For the record, I mean quit drinking in a when-I-DO-drink-it’s-way-too-much-way, not in an I’m-an-alcoholic way).