Yesterday I did not have a good day.
I did not enjoy yesterday but I did enjoy ending my day with frozen yogurt strewn with chocolate cookie chunks. Note that I ate a tub of frozen yogurt not a tub of ice cream because I was determined to preserve a small shred of dignity and additionally, frozen yogurt makes me feel good in the same way using Splenda makes me feel good.
Yesterday it seems to me as though I had a young adult mid-life crisis. If you think about it, it makes sense to snap and truly freak out in your early twenties just like it makes sense to freak out in your early 50's and yet I question, is it necessary to have mental crisis situations at any point in life? Is this supposed to make me grow up? As a reward for my struggles will I develop a thick mutant skin that repels the consequences of emotional turmoil?
According to wise people everywhere, self help books, therapists and Jesus one must go through struggle and difficulty to discover in part what life actually means. I am just scared to death that all I will ever learn is to ask more questions. And if all I ever do is question, will I just end up at the end of this life bitter with no answers?
Sounds like it is time to go eat more frozen yogurt.
