It’s Ironic

 You know what’s really messed up?  Being a full grown man with a career that affects the entire world every day…and just wanting to go back to high school.  

I’ve done well for myself in the typical American way, I suppose.  So why am I not happy?  I feel selfish, self-absorbed, stupid, immature.  I have recurring dreams about the past, and they haunt me when I am awake.  I want to be 50 years old and done with it, sometimes.  I feel time pressing down on me like a weight.  And I keep thinking about how great it was ten years ago.  I feel pathetic.  And sad.  Mostly I feel sad.