However, I’m not going. I’d rather spend this free Saturday working on PT school apps. Ain’t nobody got time to celebrate.
Well he wasn’t exactly my type — he was all muscley and clean-shaven. But I can objectively say he was good-looking, and Mary thought he was hot. I just wanted to document it because I feel like that NEVER happens. And it feels kind of nice when it does.
That’s how I’ve been feeling this year so far, and it’s been nagging at me in an overwhelming way. On one hand there have been some positive changes this year: making church friend hangouts a regular thing, having a regular 9-5 job that I’ve just started to not suck at, and getting my muscles back with kickboxing and muay thai.
But things having to do with my long term future are just too stressful, and so I just avoid them altogether. I don’t want to think about PT school applications and deadlines, my adderall dependency, my dad’s mortality, my post-25 year-old metabolism, or when the fuck I have to plan a fucking wedding in all this. I hate tunnel vision. I’m not a planner. And so far, I’m not a good adult.You know what? I’m just not gonna think about it… okay.