Change.

Man, I haven’t blogged in so long I almost forget how to do it…buuut considering I’m sitting here at work just watching the snow fall all night, I guess I’ve got plenty of time to brush up on it, huh?

It’s been brought to my attention that I may be different now than I once was…or rather, I don’t behave the same way I used to behave. Aside from being annoyed by stupid people much easier as of lately, I would like to disagree.

Yes, I am 27 years old. That’s a far cry from highschool and quite a long time out in the adult world so I know that’s plenty of time for me to be doing some growing up. Hell, I’ve been living on my own (well, with a roommate) for nearly 5 years now and I’ve worked the same job for almost 8.

However, the housing situation is about the same as it’s always been. Shane and I sit and watch tv together some evenings and we rarely do the dishes until they’re stacked up across the kitchen. The job isn’t too much different either aside from handling a ton more aspects of it and putting in more hours. I am still in debt and am showing no signs of climbing out of it anytime soon. I still do the same stupid shit I’ve always done. I hang out with my friends when I have free time. We joke and laugh about stupid shit just like always and when one of my friends gets a new car we take it out on the nearest back road and test how fast we can get it up to before we get nervous and back it down. I CHOOSE to drive into tornadic storms knowing I could potentially die the first time I actually end up in a rain-wrapped tornado not paying close enough attention to the radar. I still play with venomous snakes whenever I can afford to go herping. I still have pet snakes in my bedroom and always choose to keep the creepy shit nobody in their right mind would want as a pet. Our freezer currently contains almost 200 frozen rats, right there beside the ice cube trays, frozen pizza, and Hot Pockets. I’ve done some ridiculously stupid shit while absolutely obliterated drunk on alcohol. I can still ride a Ripstik, I can still skate and handle a hockey puck (well, ball…street hockey). I still want to buy another BMX bike just to fuck around on and ride backwards and shit.

Name an old hobby of mine…chances are I am still active in it. But yet, I am different? I have changed?

Perhaps…just maybe…I am not the one who’s changed?

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