Getting Older...

Its funny how as you're getting older, you think you've changed in ways...

Some ways you get better, maybe some you get worse. I find that I'm more angry more quickly than I used to be, but that I keep it inside of me more often. People still treat me like I'm some outspoken asshole. I guess maybe I am sometimes, I dunno...

In getting older, you lose some of your friends that maybe can't handle hanging out with you unless you are all drinking etc. You gain some that like you better the way you are. Lately I've found that the friends I thought I had are a bit less inclusive than I suspected they would be, having moved back from a year away in upstate New York.

But then I guess I'd be just like everyone else, thinking that the grass is always greener, etc. It's not. It's what you make of it. Maybe that's what we learn. Life's a bitch, and then you die... grin while you can.