It seems like every weekend I make plans, because I think “I haven’t seen this person in a while and I don’t know when I’ll have a chance to hang out with them again.” But it doesn’t seem to stop, because there’s always another person to see, another thing to do, and by the time I’ve caught up with the last friend, it’s been months since I saw the first friend again.
This is the first weekend that I’ve had free. I just played Black and White 2 for five hours, and it feels good, considering that I haven’t really played a game in a while, let alone be able to lose myself in one. It’s like I don’t get a chance to relax for more than 45 minutes at a time before I’m off doing something else.
A lot of my older co-workers tell me they don’t even have time to relax on the weekends. It’s one of those things that comes with having kids, having a house, having a full-time job. Is this what being an adult is about? Not that I mind; for a while now, I’ve wanted to be this busy so I could forget about things, to move on.
And then, I realized that I have.
Watch out for B&W 2 man, that game will eat your free time whole.
That’s why I’m trying to finish it as quickly as possible. That way, I can move onto other things!
Being an adult means redefining what it means to be an adult to you. People tend to think because they work and pay the bills, means that they have to act like everyone else.
But that’s their definition, not yours.
As long as you know what you want, as long as you can enjoy the road you walk on, it doesn’t matter what you do with your free time or work time. It matters that everything works out your way in the end. Which sounds like it has.
That’s true. As I find myself at this point in time, especially compared to some friends, it’s like I haven’t changed much in terms of my lifestyle since university. I still enjoy (and do) much of the same things, and I really can’t see that being any different as I get older.
Having desperately sought both the counterculture and the normal lifestyle (and ’succeeded’ at neither really), I would say that life only really goes on the clock when you are hit by a) providing for a child or b) realizing you’ll be retiring soon.
Until you’re doing either of those things, the best way to live life is to jam in as much amazing stuff as possible, both adventurously active and contemplatively poetic. Then the other stuff, when it happens, is all a big busy blur. And while that will seem intense, it will in fact be intensely great. At least that’s my plan
Uh oh! The question of kids is up in the air, and I don’t think I’ll ever retire. Work is something that keeps me balanced. Maybe this means I’ll never grow old. Although I already find that life is somewhat of a blur, so perhaps I’m on may way there.
Ack, I didn’t know I was making a smiley face.