Go Flow Go

I can now say that I’ve always been a planner and would flip shit if things didn’t go exactly the way they were supposed to.  I’ve set goals, planned events, and have been a nit-picky bitch.  I’ve always wanted the “American Dream” and wanted to live life exactly how it was supposed to be lived.  But you know what?  Fuck that.  This past year or so, I’ve learned (for lack of a better phrase) to go with the flow.  This is probably in large part to my good friend Zoloft, but either way… I like it.  I’m glad I was motivated for certain things in life, like college.  That way I don’t have to just be an easy-going bum for the rest of my life.  But now I can actually <relax> and not have to be stressed out about the stupid shit in life.  

Now that I consider myself on the other side (not fully, but my toes are over the line) I see exactly how I used to be.  On an every day basis I witness people who act just like I have.  People who flip the fuck out if you don’t put the toothpaste lid on.  Yes, I still have my pet peeves, but those don’t count :) I hear women talking to their husband/significant other and all I hear is nagging and bitching.  They don’t even realize how silly they are being.  At the end of the day, who cares if the dishes weren’t done or the car wasn’t washed?  You really can’t sweat the small things in life or you will live in hell on Earth.  People try so hard to be functional adults and do things the way their parents did them, or act as they think society wants them to act.  It’s bullshit.  These people will look back on their lives when they were in their 20’s and 30’s and think, “Wow.  What did I do? ”  I feel like nothing memorable can come from the daily grind.  Although I am completely guilty of this, you will never remember the nights you stayed in and watched a movie or slept.  You will, however, remember the nights when you actually LIVED and experienced the ways of the world.  You aren’t going to live forever, so you might as well make this life a fucking good one.  Be alive.