My Friends

I've decided to give up on my quick rush to success - it's simply impossible to do unless I alienate everyone from my life always and forever. I calculated how much time I have to actually spend working and enjoying myself per year and it sucks. In general people work 5 days out of the week, which is 260 days per year in a 52 week year. The other 2 you get stuck doing chores, projects, resting and having fun which is 104 days per year in a 52 week year. So we can boil this down to (52 * 7 = 364 days) 71.43% of your time being at work and the remaining 28.57% actually living your life - doing what you want to do. I have broken this down into hours, but I won't post those calculations at this time. You spend 8 hours on average sleeping, so think about how much smaller that 28.57% just got when you split it into time being awake versus time being asleep.

Anyhow... all of this had made me realize life is too short when you are broke and trying to stretch yourself thin is stupid. I am going to work on my side projects at my leisure and just do my best to save for my retirement. This is what I am thinking right now, but of course I can always change my mind.

I love my friends, I have developed a good bond with a good group of people - all of us get a long quite well and I don't think I could ask for better friends. Just a bunch of good, intelligent, well established people. I hope this remains this way. I realized in order to combat my depression, I need to have fun every now again, otherwise I just become bitter about everything. I was letting everything get me down because I never had a chance to get any work done. Well, fuck it, I will get work done when the opportunity presents itself.

Now that my wedding is over, I can focus on getting a home again and paying off my stupid student loans. Oh how I detest them.