Happy Times

I totally became unraveled this morning. All my pent up aggression and frustration came to a head this morning as I was walking to the subway station. I was on the phone with Cali guy, and I unexpectedly ruptured. I was yelling on the top of my lungs while I was crossing the street, "I'm almost thirty and I have nothing. Nothing! Nothing to show for my life..." To this he responded, "You have 2 Master's degrees and a career." Anyway, I had an hour subway ride to collect my irrational thoughts.

After watching Lost tonight, I decided I would do what Charlie did on the show. Write down my five favorite memories. This won't really mean anything to anyone, but this is going to act as a therapeutic relief for me.

5. Driving down the 15 freeway with my sunroof open, wearing my sunglasses and feeling the sun on my skin.

4. Graduating from my undergrad institution. I worked really hard and it surprised me.

3. Driving through five states from Buffalo to Atlanta during Autumn.

2. Driving from Buffalo to New York City with my car packed to the rim to start my new life.

1. My trip to San Francisco with people I don't talk to anymore. I got so drunk I had alcohol poisioning and couldn't get out of bed until 5pm the next day. But we had a shit load of fun.

I think being stuck in the negativity of everyday life has gotten me so far off course of rationality that I need to remind myself of when I was happy. Not to say that I'm not happy, I'm okay.