Reality. Reality is the 3 ton truck that comes rolling down at a breakneck speed and smashes into you before you even realize it's even there. Reality is painful and mediocre. Reality is... where all your fantastic dreams go to die.
The only reason why I am writing this post at 8.30am in the morning is because I decided to skip my morning run and whilst trying to enjoy a quiet peaceful morning before heading in to work, I had inadvertently pissed off my mum with a comment I made. Something about "Being commanded around by women at work and at home, so please leave me alone for an hour...". Not the smartest nor nicest thing to hear your son say at 8am in the morning after preparing the day's lunch for him to take with him to work.
I apologize unreservedly for the comment mum. It was tactless and pretty mean. More importantly, that wasn't what I meant when I said it.
I am extremely frustrated about almost everything that's going on around me now. The mediocre existence, working ridiculous hours for pittance, the disruption to my exercise schedule... everything. I have had things pretty easy for the better part of my life and I am still trying to adapt to this whole "your time and life does not belong to you" bit. I, unfortunately, have become extremely overprotective of my "personal time" at the expense of infringing on others... especially you mum. To be frank you're one of the few people I am pretty cool with chilling out at the end of a long day. Thanks mum for everything and sorry about that "domineering women" comment again. Though you must concede you can be quite assertive at times :)
Anyway this has been pretty cathartic. I think I can make this a regular thing once more :) Alrighty... back to life :(
