BROHEMIA

So, it’s been a while since I posted anything. Kind of lost direction there for a minute. I still don’t know what I’m talking about on here. I feel like this is more of a way to deal with growing up and moving on from the way I thought I wanted to live and was living me life a year ago. It’s therapy.

I keep seeing friends and friends-of-friends doing this thing called “growing up”, quitting drinking, smoking and getting married and having kids. Adorable kids. And they’re happy. I think I’ve been deprived of being actually happy for so long that I thought people didn’t look like this. Anywhere. I legitimately thought everyone was depressed and frantic and over “it”. What ever “it” was.

Being surrounded by those kinds of people in that kind of town does a number on how you perceive reality. It makes reality unreal when, in actuality, the unreal is what’s real. Everyone is just so backwards, they have no idea what they really want. That guy in the photo up there, I know him. He’s a great guy, married, a father, happy. He knows who he is, what he wants. You can tell by the look in his eyes. I want that. I want to be ready and able and content.