That’s how it feels when I’ve been traveling… and then I’m back home. While I’m traveling I feel like I’m someone on a mission, I’m going places, doing things, I’m on an adventure, it’s a constant race of trying to get from one place to another, there’s always somewhere I have to be. Just a constant rush, rush, rush.
And then I’m home… trying to decide if I feel like taking a shower today or if I can push it one more day. It’s like, “Damn, I’m just like all the other stay-at-home peons now. I used to be somebody.”
Hold up. You don’t enjoy a hot shower?
My wife even forgot my birthday this year…
Or did she remember that every other day wasn’t your birthday? That’s how you show you really care. She only forgot about one.
When I turned 35 my family forgot about it and I accidentally ran over my neighbour’s cat on the way home. I drank more that night alone than on my 21st birthday when my Australian friend fed me shots and I ended up vomiting in my gift bag.
The moral is birthdays are overrated.
The point is to be able to make a 👈
It’s kind of like why do you climb the mountain, because it’s there.
Plus, cake is good. We need more reasons why we should eat cake.
