Twang

Got a thesis presentation up next, and defense too.

Did aplenty this past two weeks, watched a couple of plays, barbecues, 2 of them in fact. Met up with some friends here and there.

But the most significant thing that happened was getting over the feeling of growing up. One can always lament and wallow the pains of growing up or just be at ease at them and accept it.

I'm a late bloomer. Yea, i wanted to be in neverland, the peter pan version, not MJ version, say, a close quarter life crisis. Didn't thought i'd jump a few stages ahead in Erikson's developmental stages.

I could think life as: gonna get a job soon, do some menial work, settle down, have kids, watch them grow up and rot in my grave.

But i guess, if life were to be seen that way, it'd be sad, pathetic really.

Come what may, if this is rock bottom, then the only way is up. Think it should get interesting, much more interesting soon.

But have to trim hair before that, can't let it get caught somewhere and drag me slower.

-Ye Shall Walk Not Alone-