I go back and read this blog and it's all very interesting to me.
It has evolved beyond me. It's a part of my ego, the need to be better than myself.
I can admit descent however.
Things I can't do as well as I used to. I used to sing. Some would say better than your average human.
Things I never could do. I never could act.
Things I'll never be.
And I'm still a kid at heart, sort of. My parents think I was deprived of childhood too early. Not in the "grow up, you have to run the house now, we're divorced sense" but the "you can't sleep over, you can't play contact sports and you can't go out with your friends" sense. I did the later ones a few times. I would have been an incredible football player.
I might have even gone to some small school on a partial or full scholarship for it. That's irony.
Because of the way my life panned out, I have a small addiction to escapism.
Actually, it's not even escapism. Just the option to find it.
Instant gratification and all that.
I buy a lot of games. And I apologize to my wife for that fact. It's money, I know. And I should stop. I'm trying.
At least it's not stamp collecting.
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Or you could use the excuse I use for my tea-buying addiction: "At least it's not crack!"
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