Recently (and continuing) I have been floating from worry to worry to bitching.
From one group of friends to another group to my family.
From the contstant bombardment of alcohol to death to complaing about facial hair.
From the Escort to email/Burger King to Burger King.
From Geeks to normal/prep/outeredge to emotionaly-strong-yet-strangly-laking-in-getting-things-done.
From computers and video games to religion, philosophy, and love to religion, philosophy, love, computers, and video games.
After all those people,those three groups, there is me.
Me with all the aspirations and wants and day-to-day crap.
Me with my constant, unending paranoia (oh yeah! I have it).
Me with my crappy job and want to get out of this town.
With all these things all I can do is sit back and watch the freak show. I have found the hidden third choice, apathy. Not apathy in the modern sense, but apathy as in detached, not part of it. I do those things which matter, which are truly important. But those things that come and go, they don't really mater that much if at all.
That and I have about three months before school starts again.