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It's weird to think that life has it's own deadlines, whether you make them yourself or they just appear without you knowing you were on the clock. And you can't avoid them; postpone, maybe, if you manage to work out some kind of deal, but eventurally the big hand reaches midnight, the countdown hits zero, whatever supposedly happens to mark the passing happens and you're left to wonder why you even got in the race to begin with.
This deadline, at least, I know about, but is still annoying.
My best friend, who I travelled cross crountry to be roommates with, has decided to have a quarterlife crisis. This crisis involves not being content with his life as he sees it, and, though I don't think he'd admit it, the way life has of settling you down and he's not taking the settling well. Steady job, steady relationship, knowledge he wouldn't have to do much more, the whole deal seems to just set him on edge. He wants to have done so much more, and every step that leads to being like "everyone else" and settling down just scares the bejeezus out of him.
So, in his infinite wisedom, as soon as our lease is done in March, he's going to move to Arizona. The reason is valid, he wants to go to school to learn to be a specialized mechanic, and he only really plans on being there one year. The whole crowbar in the bike wheel is that I, being said roommate, will be on my own.
It's not the first time he's done something similar, either. Three years ago he up and decided to move to Portland, mainly because he got a bug up his ass that if he didn't move right then, then he figured he never would. So he did, to prove that he could, regardless of anyone else. This, while not totally overlapping, has shades of that episode.
So, now, I know that come March I'm a little S.O.L. in terms of living arrangements. I could, in theory, get my own place, and I may end up doing so. I could also end up moving, be it also to Arizona, to keep him company, keep rent down, and for the change of scenery; or, possibly, and this one is kinda winning out on the moving side of the issue, I could go up north, up past Seattle, where I have friends and such.
I hate this kinda stuff, I don't know what I want out of all this. I'm pretty much on my own, so there's really not anything holding me back. No relationship (unfortunately); my friend actually broke his off so they wouldn't have a deathclock to the relationship, and because he doesn't want to attempt a long distance relationship (don't blame him there). No job that can't be done someplace else, annoying as it is to get licensed in another state, and find another job. And a big part of it was, I just moved here. I thought, when I left DC, that he was happy where he was and wasn't gonna be going anywhere again, that was part the point of moving to Portland in the first place. So I moved, for what may amount to only one year, and then everything gets topsy-turvy fuckall again.
Fuck.
This deadline, at least, I know about, but is still annoying.
My best friend, who I travelled cross crountry to be roommates with, has decided to have a quarterlife crisis. This crisis involves not being content with his life as he sees it, and, though I don't think he'd admit it, the way life has of settling you down and he's not taking the settling well. Steady job, steady relationship, knowledge he wouldn't have to do much more, the whole deal seems to just set him on edge. He wants to have done so much more, and every step that leads to being like "everyone else" and settling down just scares the bejeezus out of him.
So, in his infinite wisedom, as soon as our lease is done in March, he's going to move to Arizona. The reason is valid, he wants to go to school to learn to be a specialized mechanic, and he only really plans on being there one year. The whole crowbar in the bike wheel is that I, being said roommate, will be on my own.
It's not the first time he's done something similar, either. Three years ago he up and decided to move to Portland, mainly because he got a bug up his ass that if he didn't move right then, then he figured he never would. So he did, to prove that he could, regardless of anyone else. This, while not totally overlapping, has shades of that episode.
So, now, I know that come March I'm a little S.O.L. in terms of living arrangements. I could, in theory, get my own place, and I may end up doing so. I could also end up moving, be it also to Arizona, to keep him company, keep rent down, and for the change of scenery; or, possibly, and this one is kinda winning out on the moving side of the issue, I could go up north, up past Seattle, where I have friends and such.
I hate this kinda stuff, I don't know what I want out of all this. I'm pretty much on my own, so there's really not anything holding me back. No relationship (unfortunately); my friend actually broke his off so they wouldn't have a deathclock to the relationship, and because he doesn't want to attempt a long distance relationship (don't blame him there). No job that can't be done someplace else, annoying as it is to get licensed in another state, and find another job. And a big part of it was, I just moved here. I thought, when I left DC, that he was happy where he was and wasn't gonna be going anywhere again, that was part the point of moving to Portland in the first place. So I moved, for what may amount to only one year, and then everything gets topsy-turvy fuckall again.
Fuck.