I would like to think we have some control over what we become.
my mom: "What do you want for Crhistmas?"
me: "um...a toaster?"
I really couldn't think of anything i need and don't just want useless crap (other than a 73" tv but that needs to be my money if i waste it on something like that).
What worries me is where this feeling comes from. Is it thriftiness or apathy?
Hopefully it's just winter blah's; but i worry about this attitude change from hour to hour.
Those hours at the computer on AIM
Those nights in cars and playgrounds
Late night drives
I look back less than a decade and get nostalgic? What happens in another 10?
I grip the wheel, and all at once i realize:
My life has become a boring pop song
And everyone is singing along
-- Jack's Mannequin