2002-05-16
4:35 p.m.

I've been thinking about the future alot lately. No, not the Jetson's future. Not even the Star Trek future. But my future. The one that effects mainly, well, me. I wonder who I'll be in five years, ten years, twenty years down the road. Will I have a family? I hope so. Will there be miniCharmCities running around? Where will I live? Who will I live with? What will I be doing? Who will my friends be?

I mean, I know everyone thinks abou this kind of stuff. I know it's not uncommon. And really, I'm not complaining. I don't mind thinking about it. I just kind of wonder why I am all of a sudden.

For better or for worse I'm not really what you'd call a "planner". I'm more of a "roll with the punches" kind of guy. Which works great if the group of us is trying to decide where to eat dinner but not so good if you're dropping terms like '401K' and 'mutual fund' and 'life strategy'. Imagine my surprise when I started spouting off my "life plan" to Mom at dinner the other night. (by the way, lobster=tasty!) Life plan? Where the hell did that come from? Me, that's where. Apparently my subconcious had formulated one without me even knowing it. Damn id, ego, and superego. Bastards.

As Mom and I found out at approximately the same time, my (simplified) plan goes like this: new job (more rewarding and higher paying - read: paid at my market value), build savings (financial advisors, here I come!), new car (*new* car. something that i'll keep for a long time), buy house (build that equity!), and buy boat (ok, not a necessity but a lifelong dream). So, yeah, I know. Kinda scary that that all came from my little noggin'.

Actually not scary at all. Impressive. I mean, I thought that most of my mental capacity was taken up with trying to discover new sources of a.)cheesesteaks and b.)porn. Who knew I had room left over to think of all that serious adult-type crap?

So. Back to the Future. (1.21 Gigawatts!) Like I said, I've been giving it some thought. And, now that I think about it, I don't *mind* thinking about it anymore. I think I used to avoid it. I'm not sure I'm going to anymore.

Hell, we all have to grow older. And, the smart ones of us plan for that. But we never have to grow up.


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