The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.e e cummings(1894 - 1962)

I got into a discussion with a friend of mine about wasted years. J is in his mid-thirties, a medical tech of some kind, unmarried, and worried that he hasn't done enough with his life. This is a common ailment in men who haven't yet achieved all that you are supposed to by the time you can no longer deny the fact that you are a grown man. Most men are terrified of turning into the embittered bachelor, working in a dead end job with no family to come home to and sited rifle in the attic. Lord knows I am, but what's the use in worrying over it. I spent the better part of 2 hours last night trying to show J that he had a well paying job, a really nice and very pretty girlfriend, and no reason to be beating himself up just because he wasn't a 28 year old surgeon (what got the whole ball rolling). Of course, he wouldn't buy it, way to wrapped up in being upset with himself. I get to thinking and realize that was me a year ago.

I had gone through a super hard break-up, realized I was a bartender in dive bar, I had screwed my masters, and I had no motivation to do anything. I was in the same position my friend J is in; I was just focusing on the negative and reveling in it. Luckily I was able to pull my ass through. But I started to realize that there are a bunch of guys (and not to forget the ladies out there) that are in the same way I was. I am here to preach from the mountaintop: Stop worrying about it, fellows. All that crap about you are supposed to do it one way is the biggest load of crap ever dropped on mankind. There is no one-way, but as many ways as there are feet. The only thing that worrying about it does is to keep you in the same rut that you are in. If you are not happy with an aspect of your life, bleedin' well change it!

You may say, but Waide, that is easy for you, you're amazing and astounding. Yes, this is true, but even I, messiah of the twenty-somethings, get to feeling bad about certain parts of my life. No one's perfect, however you all want me to be. I, for example, am lonely. I can't buy a date in Sodom, for some reason. Now this could be to the fact that I am not a slut looking for a lay and dash, but really want to find someone to spend a bit of time with. That's not hard, you say? Bullshit, that seems so far out of the mainstream these days where everyone is supposed to be open and not care about your or anyone else’s felling. I am the rebel for looking for someone I can connect with who still rock n' rolls, thinks independently and yet is isn't scared to commit to someone and open their heart. Everyone out their is so "hurt' and "damaged" by something in the past that it seems it's going to be up the trailer park set to continue the species. I want a woman, a companion and a friend, and I am not afraid to say it.

Lord, this just turned into a personal ad. Sorry, not my intention.

My point is, we all have something we are not happy with in our lives. If this is upsetting you and you think that you are the only one out there with problems, stop it. That's really unoriginal and quite selfish, in the bad way. Everyone’s floundering out there in the viscous together, take a look at them for a while and see that you ain't special.

That said, any ladies looking for a good time, I'm a Capricorn who's into good music, groovy times and monkeys. Drop me a line and we'll see if we can't swing. (I just made myself retch, cool!)