twenty-something

My life seems quite trivial as of late. Well, at least sometimes, when I reflect on it.

Friends are dealing with true losses. Friends have spent years abroad, doing service for the greater good. Friends are getting married, having babies.

And I'm always complaining about my boyfriend. Or putting up posters for Lord of the Rings film fests. Or ordering take-out and buying music from iTunes.

I'm living in the moment, but I'm not taking stock of that moment.

Went into work today - Sunday - to do some freelance work, but ended up getting caught up in, yes, trivial little things, like putting up posters and doing paperwork. Digging the job, but needing a vacation. Already.

But, as a whole, it's been another blah weekend, capping a busy week - I miss my friends. I'm missing a higher sense of purpose. I wish I was less selfish and superficial. Or, at least, I wish I felt less guilt about it.

Times like this make me grateful that I have a boyfriend who, as much of a pain in the ass as he can be, seems to genuinely care about me and accept me, selfish and superficial as I may think I am, and however I truly live my life.

And, I think beyond that, I do have some great friends that accept and love me too. No matter how dramatic or melodramatic I can be, no matter how distant or shitty I am, no matter what I do.