Friday, August 26, 2011
I think as an adult I suffer from an extreme lack of time that isn't dedicated to something. During my teenage years I had nothing to manage except showing up for school and putting in a half-assed effort. Then I got a job. Then a second job. And before I knew it, I was in a whirl wind of 100% pre-dedicated time. Gone were the days of exploring new music, laying upside down on my bed staring at the ceiling and shooting the shit with someone close to me. I super-pack my time. As I sit here listening to Tracy Chapman-Fast Car and doodling in Microsoft Paint this realization is striking me. I float on a breeze back to a different time in my life. A time in which I really got to KNOW people. Those were the days of best friends, people you could expose your soul to and let it hang there raw between you. Or at least medium rare.