I hate it when someone uses “one” in a sentence when referring to a person or a subject. “One might think that one’s own life is in one’s own hands if one was standing on the edge of a cliff after one’s, now, ex-girlfriend, cheated on one with one’s best friend.” Good Lord, use another pronoun, you freak.
That’s enough grammar ridicule for now. Let’s get back to the reason I have this blog in the first place…which is…I have no idea. Any suggestions?
I think part of the reason I write is because, one day, I hope to look back and say,”Man, I was so (insert adjective here).” I hope that’s a positive adjective and not negative. Then again, I don’t think I would care as long as I was happier.
It’s weird to think that my friends and I are all growing up. And I say growing up instead of getting old because I feel like “getting old” has such a negative connotation.
I hate it when friends my age say they are so old. We’re done with about 1/3rd of our lives. If you think that you are getting old and are on the downslope, then you’re basically saying the next 50-60 years of your life are going to be shitty. It’s disappointing to know that’s a choice that you’re making.
Youth is like holding scoops of ice cream in your hands. Some people get more than others and some get their favorite flavor, but we all get some. When you’re a kid, you don’t think about the amount of ice cream you have, and at certain times, all you can think about is finishing it. But slowly, it begins to melt and slip through your fingers, and when you’re almost done, most of us have a mini freak-out where we desperately try to grasp anything that’s left and enjoy it before it’s all gone. After the ice cream is gone, we become lactose intolerant. We try to eat ice cream again (staying up late, partying, doing physical activities), but it has a far worse side effect on our bodies. There are 2 decisions to be made at this point: Some people complain about how they can’t have ice cream anymore, complain that they’ll never have it again, and do anything they can to get it back. Other people wash their hands and appreciate the ice cream they had, knowing they need to move on to other things. But the ice cream was not a regret or a wasted opportunity; it was a phase that was enjoyed and appreciated. Plus, there’s always frozen yogurt. 😉
Relatively, I can’t complain. I know my time as a kid is coming to an end, and I think I’m ok with it. It’ll never fully leave; it just won’t come out as much. I have a lot of life ahead of me, and I’m excited about it. But lately, I feel like I’m going through life-puberty. It’s really awkward for me right now. I’m frustrated and always feels a little uncomfortable. I used to be a decent-looking guy with a bright future. Now I’m just a bud light guy looking for a decent future…
I think all this ice cream is getting to me.
Thanks for reading
– One’s Youth
