“When I start working, I’m gonna get busy! A job I love that pays me well. Not a minute to spare.”
That’s what I told myself through school and college and here I am, sitting on the western toilet seat wondering what I’m doing with my life and why there’s a phone in my hand while taking a dump., typing this shit as I shit.
The optimistic part of me whispers “there’s something inside you that you can be proud of, look inward”
What is it? What must I be proud of? For not watching cat videos? I look inward and I see shit. Sometimes I think my keyboard shines brighter than my life.