Who stole my life.
American beauty was being repeated on BBC1 tonight and it got me thinking where the hell has my life gone?
Back in high school I used to feel that I would hate to wake up in my forties, the same as everybody else, with a little life running on the old hamster wheel doing the same shit day in day out.
Well guess what here I am at 41 doing a job I don’t much care for working two actually, doing what everyone else does.
Maybe it’s true and we do all live lives of quiet desperation.
Every day ,every week is much the same, do the work pay the bills.
Do what your wife, boss society expects of you, conform, maybe it’s part of the deal of being an adult.
So why do adults forego fun?
Can anybody remember what it’s like to enjoy themselves anymore?