Happy Thanksgiving!

'Twas the night of Thanksgiving,
but I just couldn't sleep...
I tried counting backwards,
I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned...the dark meat and white,
but I fought the temptation with all of my might.
Tossing and turning with anticipation,
the thought of a snack became infatuation.
So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
and gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.
I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
stuffing with gravy, green beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
till all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky
with a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie
But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees...
Happy eating to all -- pass the cranberries, please.

Too Old Too Soon

I am 26. I am restless, idealistic, romantic and fearless - the sub-definitions behind the word "young." So when did being in your late-20's signified "adulthood" - obtaining another degree to enhance career opportunities, settling down with one person, buying real-estate, investing in retirement plans and essentially giving up aspects that signify youth. What is the hurry to plant a permanent stake in a 7,000+ sq. ft. lot for 20+ years? Ironic that even though our generation - in comparison to our parent's and/or grandparents' generations - has an array of opportunities line up for us to choose, we still turn back to the traditional choices that limited previous generations. When did the concept of getting married and having a family have a timeline? Do we doubt ourselves so much as to say, "I need to lock down this person for they are the best I have found" in our mid-to-late 20's? Is it a blame on this increasingly conservative Western culture? Or is it a blame on our own personal insecurities? One can only wonder.

The State of Purgatory

I'm at a point in my life that I never been at before. A plateau. Of purgatory. I've been stuck here for what seems like eternity but in actuality, only a bit over a year. Confused and in a haze, I move through life without much thought to the next step, to the future. For the future is a mirage. An image unclear and imaginary. And my imagination is broken. Broken from the inside out. I have my good and bad days. Then I have my unclear days. Those days are filled with fog. Ironically, this stage isn't filled with unemployment, bad breakups, lost or financial problems. Instead, I am actually content. Across the board - living situation, job, love (well, that area could always use some help), family and social life. The fog is instead filled with unanswered questions...answers only I could give. But I am all out of answers; I never had any to begin with. That is the quintessential problem. I don't know much longer this stage with last. I hope it ends soon.

Apathetic

The seven deadly sins: gluttony, greed, pride, sloth, lust, envy, and wrath. There is this book that sits on my coffee table entitled: "Not Proud: A Smorgasbord of Shame." It is a collection of anonymous confessions - "the best and worst of human behavior" - categorized by the seven deadly sins. There exists another book - a traveling showcase that I've viewed - "Post Secret"; a similar concept of anonymous confessions illustrated on a 3.5 x 5 postcard. These peep show collections feeds our inner voyeur and distance us...just...enough...to feel good about ourselves. Yet, for all the high-level, quarter-of-a- million-dollars psychology education that I've received on the perils of human nature, can I understand it enough to understand myself.

Quarter Life Crisis

Utter state of confusion.

My peace corps application...like everything else, is on hold. seems like - for the first time - im scared to commit to something...anything. is this what being in your twenties is like?