Depressing Side Effects Of Maturity....

I am 23 years old. To some that is old. But to a much greater majority, that is very young. To me.....it is weird. I have no idea how to be 23. I am still a kid, but am expected to be an adult at the same time. Being forced into this strange new middle ground has had some strange effects on my personality and life. As I creep towards the unavoidable number of 24, I find myself a much calmer person than I would expect...and possibly that my past would suggest. I find myself in a good mood almost every second of every day. I deal with a terrifying level of incompetence from this cities finest health care professionals on a daily basis...and yet...

I smile, and I laugh. I am happy all day...with the occasional blip of course, but for the most part I find no reason to be sad. For some people I suppose this is no feat at all. But to me, it is wonderfully surprising. Even on the worst of days, I leave the office and I am smiling by the time I hit Airport Blvd (which for those of you unfamiliar with Mobile geography is approximately .2 miles from my office). So I suppose I should be thankful for my aging process. It has brought me to some kind of understanding of the world that allows me to push past the piles of weird and meaningless things that used to effect me, and smile. So thanks.....uh....clocks and calenders. And thanks to Megan, and my parents and brothers and friends, who all have shaped me into this person I am. I am completely satisfied with who I am now, and who I know I will become in the few years ahead of me. You have all set me on this path...


That all being said, time has taken one thing from me that I used to enjoy a great deal.

Writing.

I used to write all the time. I have notebooks of things I just wrote (no, not a diary). I would just write stories, small books almost.....really small books. I would write songs and yes, even poems. It seems strange I am sure, but I would just sit and write. I loved it. Unfortunately for my GPA's sake, a lot of this writing took place in classrooms. I used to write stories and other things like that and email them to my old English teachers, and have them critique them.

I miss that.

So I have decided that I will resume my writing...here...in this blog.

It may not always make sense, and it will probably never be great, but I will at least get back to doing something I love. SO i guess so long Mobile Tuna...And I will be back tomorrow...

Oh Patrick, you are so full of Mekrob!

Well, its January 5th.....of 2010. Ten years into the new decade, and it still doesn't seem like the 90's were that long ago. Weird stuff eh? Oh well, moving on..

So I got to go home for Christmas, which was fantastic! I got to see all my friends and family, and got to play a sweet game of Hell Hole football. My team won of course, thanks in large part to myself, but also to a disgusting pick six to end the game by loyal follower of the Mobile Tuna, Patrick Hughes. John A Cox also had an impressive game, as he had at least 3 interceptions, including 2 taken back for touchdowns. It was exactly what I wanted it to be. I love football.

Back in Mobile, it was back to work on Monday. 4 days of work, and then New Years. The week of course crept by, with each day seeming to go by slower than the last. It was agonizing! Call after call, shift filled after shift filled....it was so boring! Finally I left for the weekend and went home to prepare for celebrating New Years. Drew Adams came into town for the weekend, and we had ourselves a throw down that will go down in history. We spent all night on Thursday drinking and hanging out at the apartment, and eventually spent about 3 hours taking shots and hanging out with our neighbors whom we had never talked to before. They are all from Chile and speak some broken English, but it was a fantastic time! We found ourselves some fun new friends that night, and I actually hung out with them a bit the next day as well. We went to bed after five, but good Lord it was awesome.

The next night, me Jro, Hostyle, Dizzy, Dan and Bob played an absolutely epic game of monopoly. We were playing with teams, and it got intense! We were playing until around 2:30 am, until Catie and Megan came over, and Catie ended up spilling my Irish Coffee (You have to drink coffee when conducting business!) all over the board, effectively ending the game and ruining the board. We ended that night at Ihop.

The next night we were hanging out at Patty O'Tooles, an Irish bar around the corner from my house, playing pool and taking shots. Another good night!

This week however, I have paid dearly for my long weekend, as I have been completely miserable at work. And of course, as fate would have it, I have had to stay until 8 on Monday, and 7 today! It's been rough, but it is gonna be the weekend soon enough I suppose. I am heading to the GMAC bowl tomorrow with some buddies, and will be freezing cold....but I will get to see Dan Lefevour play some football! So that is something to look forward to.

I can't wait to get home to Atlanta again, cause being home for holidays made me realize how much I missed it...