amitabha

I am the eternal designated driver.

It's 2:14 AM and I'm back at home now, sitting on my bed on the floor listening to Pinback with the window open while the rain drizzles on the plants below. I don't mind the fact that I'm always going to be the designated driver, but I can't help but feel a little alien. The older I get, the less people I know who are like me, and who I feel like I can relate to. Lately I feel like the only people who hold my ideals are the 8-10 year younger hardcore kids, and that just brings a whole new set of challenges. I suppose in some ways I've resigned myself to a socially rich life of solitude.

I miss the piano. I need to start taking lessons again. I spent the weekend thus far with sleepovers, pumpkin patch raids, and drunken uno house parties. I'm turning 26 in December and I'm not exactly sure how I feel about that. The Sagittarius in me has got me feeling like I'm slacking on drive and motivation to accomplish new things, and the dreamer in me has me wondering what I'm sacrificing in other parts of the world or though other experiences by choosing to live my life as I am right now. "Opportunity Cost" is what I'm talking about here, if you know Economics at all.

Meow.