:: Electric Psychedelic Pussycat Swinger's Club ::

:: Monday, September 19, 2005 ::

time to move on.

For whatever inexplicable reason, people like me make choices that stray from the safe and venture out into the unknown. I'm proud to say I've been making that a habit of mine since my early college years. And I hope most of us can say we've had moments where we've ditched conventional wisdom in the pursuit of something rash (maybe because it makes me feel a little less naive, maybe because it makes you feel a little more alive).

Call it passion, call it stupidity. But if you're in the least bit like me, it's exciting to know that you can let yourself be whisked away to any state in this world - both the autonomous territorial unit and emotional varieties.

But as the years go by and the world around me changes, I'm slowly embracing the virtue of exercising caution. It's nothing new to me; I guess it's just something I had let myself forget. Because one day we wake up, world-weary and wiser from our experiences, realizing we can no longer be love-starved 20-somethings without a clue yet hopelessly cursed to face the same issues. And there's merit to be had in acknowledging that maturity.

I feel so stupid.

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