When I was younger, I used to just go for walks in the middle of the night. Where was I going? Absolutely nowhere. I had no destination in mind. I would just walk. Sometimes I'd end up somewhere, sometimes I'd just get tired of walking, and turn around and head back home. That was kinda how my life was. I had no idea where my life was going...if it was going anywhere at all. I never knew what was going to happen next, what kind of clusterfuck life would throw at me next. No clue. As difficult as not knowing what was going to happen next was, I kinda miss it. Now, whenever I leave my house, I have a destination in mind. I'm going to work. I'm going to the store. I'm going to the post office. It reflects my life. I always know, pretty much, what is going to happen on any given day. I'll go to work. I'll take care of my babies. I'll clean my house. I'll mow my lawn. I'll do some laundry. I never wander anymore. I miss wandering. I miss the excitement that came with not knowing. I miss not knowing if something was going to happen, and I'd wind up shit faced drunk, in the middle of Times Square with a couple of my friends. Or maybe nothing would happen, and I'd just wind up thinking and walking. I miss not knowing who I was going to meet. Where I was going to go. What was going to happen. Was I going to get into a fight? Was I going to get fucked up? Who knew? I didn't. I miss it. Don't get me wrong, I like my life. I adore my children. I don't mind doing laundry, mowing the lawn, cleaning my house. I love my job. I just wish, for a day or so, that I could just wander through life again Just so I could not know what was going to happen for just a little bit again. Sorry this one wasn't funny, or anything like that. I've just been thinking of this recently. Find me on: Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/nytatt2chick YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/therealnytatt2chick Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/nytatt2chick Instagram: http://instagram.com/nytatt2chick Google+: https://plus.google.com/app/basic/104204766948735523107 Or email me:
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