"Misbegotten Notions, While Talking Like This"

Listening to the familiar sounds of a time a decade sense removed, my mind leaps from one memorial fragment to another. “It’s just a full day’s drive away.”

By this time in my adolescent youth, I’d thought I’d readied myself for the inevitable future. A future of almost certain exuberance and fulfillment. Shit was I wrong. Not to say my life could have turned out any better (or worse), but the unrealistic expectations set forth by my uncertain mind proved to be exactly what they were all along and not what I thought they could manifest into being; stupid dreams.

Again, don’t get me wrong. Dipping the mind into the waters of unrealistic happenings can, and has for me become a solace of comfort. But a line must be drawn, either by the borders of legal obligation, or by the realizations of social pressure, between hope and reality. The subject of the latter in which I have yet to academically pass.

Although this means of expression holds no external meaning other than a blanketed waste of time, the act of doing so in and of itself stimulates a soothing euphoria of complacency and false sense of self worth.

(This is where I smirk for having wasted your time :)