Overcoming my Quarter-Life Crisis

I've become incapable of watching TV. I used to be so good at it, but now its more of an effort than a pleasure. I'll start by turning it on with my remote app on my phone, because I lost the remote. Then, I will choose from one of my many streaming apps. (It's the only way I watch TV, because I am too broke to have cable. I just use my parents log-in's for everything.) I usually start off with Netflix. Then, I'll search through titles for about twenty minutes. "Top Picks for You, Popular, New Releases." I try to decide if I want to watch something quick like "Family Guy" or "Law & Order", or if I want to commit to a lengthier show such as "Breaking Bad" or "Westworld". Or maybe, I want to start a movie. But then you have to pick a genre. Do I want horror? A drama? A documentary? What type of brain capacity am I looking to use? A comedy doesn't use much as long as its not dry comedy. Or is my goal to learn s

Just when you think you're becoming accustomed to your morning routine, there's the morning when you just cannot get out of bed. In high school, it was a struggle to get myself into the classroom without being late. I had to spend a total of twelve hours in detention a week before senior prom, because I couldn't manage to wake up and get my butt to school on time every morning. The main motivational difference between getting up in high school and getting up for adulthood is my discovery of coffee. Coffee reassures that you will be waking up with a light at the end of the tunnel of your dreaded morning. You want to assume that you are a professional, "killin' it" at your first nine-to-five full-time job. But, then you have a random Wednesday that keeps you hitting the snooze button. The depressing reality of it, is you didn't even stay up late drinking. You can't smell the coffee that is a half an hour of getting ready, one hour of bumper-to-bumper tr

I feel that there is a cancer growing inside me. You know when you have one of those days that you notice a small indent in your skull that you had never felt before. You're feeling guilty about something you did, down on your life, currently thinking that you should be taking more responsibility. There's butterflies in your throat and you have this feeling that you're just going to come down with a terrible sickness, all because karma is biting you in the ass for what you did. Maybe I didn't contribute to society like I should have this week. Maybe I shouldn't have said that certain response I said at work. Maybe my dog doesn't love me anymore. She kind of looks sad and I keep neglecting her. I typically would pet her and hug her for at least a total of two hours at night, not including feeding her, taking her potty, taking her on a walk, lounging on the couch. Maybe I haven't given her enough love. The love that she deserves for being the only living thin