Goalkeepers

I never thought this blog would be anything but a nice lil' place to jot down thoughts and ideas.

So far, its been a success, but I'm running out of ideas. I kinda feel like there should be more to talk about - back in the day I never used to have an end to the stories, but now things are quieting down.

Sometimes, I'll get home from work and just watch TV until it is time for bed. Is this my life? If so, as I sit here, allowing the seconds that comprise my life to be compromised, is it my own fault? Moreover, why am I not satisfied with the same things most people are more than content with?

I always thought, you graduate college, get a great job and the next decade is going out to the bars with friends - this is What You Do Now. I realize that this is what I should be doing, but...

...I hate it. The lustrous joy I used to feel about hitting a pool hall or whatever with friends is gone, without so much as a modicum of leftover reminiscence for friends that are still in that phase. I hadn't done it to death the way people later in life have, I simply realized that there is nothing in the experience to hold my attention. You would think that I would be depressed, as most people are into this as their primary form of stress relief... but I'm not.. I'm excited and nervous.

I've already flown a plane, gone skydiving, and lived in another country. I'm exactly where I planned on being at my age, doing exactly the kind of job I've always seen myself doing. I have the car I never thought I could afford. I work at a company that cares and work with people just as dedicated if not more so than I.

I need a new challenge.