I’ll be 24 tomorrow, but I don’t really have a whole lot to show for it. No house, no girl, no real job. I’m certainly not taking the short route to the American Dream.
My parents say I decided that I hated the world when I was still a baby, and that I always had to do things on my own, without help. They tell a story of when I was two and didn’t want to cross the street holding my parents’ hands. That after we crossed I ran back across the street to cross it by myself.
Was this just a foreshadowing of my life? I still feel a need to do things on my own. I dislike group projects in general and feel like if I want something done correctly I have to do it on my own. It’s hard for me to trust that someone else will do a good job.
What a bitter way to go through life.
steve :: Jun.07.2004 ::
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