I've done a lot of reflecting lately. As I become older, and settle more into the routine of my life, I've noticed that I'm really becoming okay with the things I've come to regret over the past two decades. Maybe it's shitty. I don't have the "I only think about the good memories," thing that a lot of people have when they come to terms with their regrets. I have a, "fuck that guy, not sure why I was friends with him in the first place," mentality. I was a little worried that it was just a symptom of me becoming a more negative person in general, but I think it also has a little to do with me becoming more confident and comfortable with the choices I've made. I'm a lot more picky and choosy with who gets my attention at the ripe old age of 30. I have my wife and my kid, and I honestly can't bring myself to care any longer about who comes in and out of my life.
Oh surprise. I have a kid now. He was just born on Saturday. What a wild story that I'm not exactly prepared to go over again for the 25th time after telling the story over and over again to friends and family, haha.
Well... here I am. Maybe I'll update again in another year or two. |
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