Coasting.

I just don’t know what to do with my days off. I woke up thinking it was tomorrow, then relaxed when I realized I wasn’t late for work. I listened to Fatboy Slim naked in my room until I had a mild inspiration. There’s the day after a birthday. In the spirit of focusing on Cliff, I figured he was overdue to create a character on Monster Rancher 3.

Turns out he had another friend over whom I vaguely recognized but wasn’t familiar with. They were playing that ol` wrestling game, creating a new character. *smiles* That was fun.

Why do I feel like I’m just riding the coattails of other people’s lives, following whatever they want to do? Not saying I’m being oppressed or controled. Just that I don’t seem to have much of a life myself. Other people have plans. Other people can not be “free”. Or maybe it’s hard to have the perspective other people can have of me. I work forty hours a week – I’m surely not always free, even though it feels like it. I’m either here, there, or with them. It’s not hard to find me.