Still voyaging. At the halfway point in my summer, I could say that I've come to realize the many monotonous joys that come from my deliberate absence of any plans and goals. But "coming to realize" obscures the fact that this was exactly what I've intended all along, minus the psychological results part. Somehow, the summer boredom that used to grind and gnaw away at my sanity now offers a much more enjoyable alternative when compared to my old and new companions who've suddenly, and mostly out of necessity, entered the responsibility-prone post-college world. The world where they dissipate from our radars as their time schedule resembles that of some eighth grader, except that they sometimes come home with a face conducive to creating some sort of domestic abuse. Minus the spouse, but rather on themselves. Kind of like some John Mayer music, where such bright young talent suddenly turned into some elderly Jack Johnson-esque shit.
Though it looks as if I should commit to something, it just got unbearably hot again. Weather is to blame. Blameblameblame.
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