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when i get older

I am so happy that the week is finally winding down. Before these past few days I thought that had gotten better at just letting things go, but now I am starting to wonder. Then again maybe listening to a full week of people at work complain would wear anyone down. Someone wants this to happen and then another person wants something else and I just sit there and listen. It isn't as though them telling me what is bothering them will make any difference. I don't have any influence at work and more often than not hearing other people whine drags me down with them.

Generally speaking I am doing okay in life. My job may not be the most intellectually stimulating, but it does pay the bills and lets me do what I want. Then the fact that I'll be in Europe in July is definitely a positive thing. For close to three weeks I'll be free of everything and hopefully things will be different when I get back home.

Maybe two solid days of rain affected everyone more than I thought possible.

I guess I realized this week how far from my early twenties I really am. Maybe I was more abrasive then, but I doubt that I was as full of myself as my young coworker seems to me. That massive amount of drive just doesn't exist in me and I don't really see that as a negative either. If a person is always wanting more, then they can never be satisfied. Of course I might just be fooling myself. I'm not too sure of much anymore.

Somewhere as I got older, the way that I saw life changed and so did what I thought was important to me. Foremost of these changes was that I wanted more of a quiet life. Partying lost whatever appeal it might have had for me at one time. However, there are still a few more things that I want to do before I give my life over to taking care of someone else. Starting a family of my own is still somewhere in the future.

As for next year, I have two goals in mind. I'll finally buy my own house and get a different job. Beyond those two things everything else is wide open to change.

Now that I go back and read what I wrote, I sound as though I am completely burnt out. The even sadder part is that I probably am, but just don't know it.

 
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