Fear and Loathing

Maybe it's because I'm sleep deprived or because life is about to get even more complicated, but everything is a blur right now. The timeline in my head is all messed up. Freshman year seems like last week and last week seems like it was so long ago that Owen Hart was still alive. Those were the good old days. In 8th grade I could watch wrestling and feel a swell of emotion as my favorite wrestler entered the ring while I ate popcorn on the couch. Back then Mondays meant War. Now every day is war, but not always the good kind. It's funny how we grow up and realize with every step that life only gets more complicated. The more we learn the dumber we are in some ways. We no longer follow our heart because logic and knowledge have taken its place. I long for the days of ignorance when stress meant my Lego creation got knocked over and I had to start all over. I would be mad, but only until I realized that the next thing I built was even better than the last. Basically what I am complaining about is being a 21 year-old geezer. Excuse me sonny but could you turn down that Miley Cyrus racket? I'm going to sleep.