Dead Memories

I woke up with a splitting headache today. I've been turning over a single thought in my mind for the past few weeks, and today I finally realized a few things.

For starters, we're not kids anymore. It's a hard pill to take and I know I should have realized this a while ago. But, I'm hung up on the old times. Times when we used to stay up all hours of the night, get shit faced, and hang out when we were in more sober conditions. Now, friends are married or were at one point, moved out, working to pay bills, working on degrees, or a combination of the five.

What's more depressing is when I realized I'm 23, barely starting on a degree, I can't drive, I don't have a car and I don't have a job. As much as I want to be irresponsible and relive all those dead memories, I know I can't. It's not that I have a family to support or have to make ends meet. I just have to grow the fuck up.

I'm no Bible-crazed lunatic who MUST pray for all that I want or need, but I do see some things in the Hebrew/Christian Bible that make some sense. When three angels were uber pwning Sodom, Lot's wife turned around and became a pillar of salt. Look it up. I don't have a Bible on hand right now. Anyway, Lot's wife was a metaphor (in my opinion). She looked back on what was past and she was stuck there. I was stuck mentally, but now I'm mobile and moving forward.

-The End-