The last few months of my life have been about redefinition. I’ve spent A LOT of time hanging out with my friends, and not much time reflecting. I’ve been reflecting for longer than anyone should have to reflect over themselves; now is the time for ecstatic celebration!
In the last five months I have drank more alcohol than I have in the previous decade. And you know what? That is perfectly okay, because most alcohol is delicious and I’m not a table dancer or a flasher.
Last night I smoked my first J. I have thought about it recently, especially after a lot of my smart, college educated/graduated friends whom I admire and respect told me they smoke. I know it would break my mom’s heart, but sorry mom; I really am a lot like dad. It’s what you get for being hippies and having children. Besides, not smoking doesn’t really jibe with my “quit bothering people with nonsense laws that don’t make any sense,” or “I’m going to live my life and have a good fucking time doing it” philosophies. I wanted to try it way back in high school, but I guess I didn’t have enough enthusiasm for it.
Anyway, it was epic. EPIC. I am going to do it again, and that doesn’t make me a bad person. I’m still going to graduate from college. I still am going to strive for my lofty goals and dreams, because that is what someone like me does. Our time on this earth is extremely limited, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life living it.
Deal with it.