Thursdays are the days you get to know me a little better – I never know what I’m going to write about… although it’s usually tech related, some times I still use this as a personal blog and reveal a little more of who I am. I write my articles on weekends and at night. If you think I’m up at 5 writing these so they’ll publish at 6 AM, you might just be off your rocker! If I’m up past midnight, then I get a bad night’s sleep, I’m cranky. I’m out of shape. I hate going out. I don’t like loud music (unless it’s my own). I’ve become my father, and I’m only 27!
My friends and I called my father Red when I grew up. The parallels between what was happening in That 70’s Show and my life weren’t just relatable moments, they were frighteningly accurate. So when we all got a little older, we called my old man Red. Which is who I feel like, already.
Surely that can’t be. I’m not married; have no kids; I don’t have a mortgage or a car payment; my only real debts are student loans; I have no family drama; no particularly scarring events from my childhood that really ruined me for life… so what’s my problem? Why am I so much more content with staying in and watching something on Netflix with my girlfriend, rather than hanging out with a group of people? Why couldn’t I care less what everybody else is in to?
Perhaps this is just a phase and I’m being a rebellious in my own way, since I wasn’t particularly rebellious as a teen. Maybe this is my rebellion. I am going against the norm by being so placid! Well, whatever it is, it needs to change. At least some of it. I’d like to get out of this funk. A night listening to an orchestra is a fine way to spend an evening, or around a fire with friends. Perhaps it’s time to get myself in to some form of better shape, too? Maybe I should take advantage of my health insurance and see a General Practitioner for the first time in several years… maybe I can involve the few loyal readers I have to somehow light a fire underneath me and start to turn things around. I’ll find a way to involve you all, yet.