Standing in line, again.
I went to bed last night in a pretty sour mood. This morning’s alarm clock didn’t help much either.
8 am, and I’m stuck in bumper to bumper traffic with thousands of other suckers and Canadian tourists.
I should be on a yacht in the Mediterranean. I should be surfing Digg on a beach somewhere in south America. The only fight I get into with my girlfriend should be where we’re going to have brunch.
But I’m doing no such thing. Just like every other putz out there, I’m driving to my 9-5, standing in line to order coffee, standing in line for a promotion, standing in line to stand in line…
Life choices seemed a lot more plentiful when I was 16.
“I’ll make my million by 30, retire by 40, and live the easy life.”
Sounds easy enough. I see thousands of yachts on the ocean, the odds can’t be that stacked against us.
I read hundreds of articles about guys just like me who made millions with ideas like Myspace, Facebook, Google, and Yahoo. I’m already a software engineer, it’s just a matter of time!
I’ll settle for my mid-level sports car now, and get that Ferrari later. OK, maybe one more mid-level sports car… I’m still establishing myself in this industry. Wow, so Ferrari’s are like 150k? Hmm. Doesn’t look to realistic based on my income. Maybe a used Porsche, that way I can feel successful.
So, has reality set in? Or did we just give up? Is it so ridiculous that life didn’t work out this way? Makes you wonder where you missed the turn, no?