caring is creepy.

The universe is a limitless timeless space, or anti-space depending on how you look at it.  I find myself totally lost, and yet completely confined in the world that I'm in.  I know at any point i can pull the proverbial trigger and drop it all and wander, which is what my spirit longs for.  The road, a place to call home that isn't a constant, but always there for me.  I'm never away from home, home is where I am.  I still can't believe I'm about to be twenty-one.  A number I never expected to see, my life up until this point has been filled with everything you are supposed to do at the big two-one.  I think I'm going to take it easy this year, relax, enjoy simple pleasures, and be a good person.  Who cares right?  It's just life, that's all we have so it's important one would infer.  I sit here throwing words out like a dump truck, in a sense venting my frustrations of the day, meditation if you will.  So what did i do today...  I listened to colleagues slam  one another to me.  I am the truck in which they dump at work.  Being the only man has some distinct advantages, but thus far they've proven themselves to be far and in-between.  This is all for now, Now i'm off to be a real boy!