Genesis
I’m supposed to be doing my Calculus assignment. I’m not sure why I wanted to compile this, but it seems like I’m stuck at a point where I am unsure of where I want to push my future towards. I’ve been googling about mid-life crises and whatnot and apparently there’s a quarter-life crisis that might hit people my age. I doubt I’ll live beyond the age of 100, so I’ll self-diagnose my current mental state and issues because of a mid-life crisis. I’ve been forced to read novels and whatnot in high school, and I never really cared for them since I had my own shit to deal with. Why read about someone else’s issues and conflicts when I have a fuck-ton of them in front of me now? It wasn’t until recently when I tried to probe my own mind for the earliest memory I can dig up. I was 4, and I was trying to sleep in the back seats of my dad’s blue Oldsmobile. My asshole brother Daniel is rolling around and kicking the shit out of everything, so naturally, I’m awake, staring at the freaking b...