I was out with some high-school friends a few weeks ago and hanging out with them and hearing their stories, of fun, travel, restaurants, spouses, kids, places, people…I had to come to terms with the fact that I have no life anymore.
Later, a close friend asked me, what do you mean you have no life? And I said, what do I do all day other than work? And he said, well, if it makes you happy, that’s your life. I accepted that , for lack of better definition or lack of the will to argue.
Then a few days ago, I found the definition of “have no life”. Have no life is being home on a Thursday/Friday night, too tired to go to the gym, eyes burning from too much work on the laptop, constantly checking your phone hoping someone would say, “let’s go for coffee or something”, looking around the house to realize everyone has gone out for the evening, then resorting to call your 2 year old nephew on the phone to hear his laughter for 2 seconds (you know how short is the span of attention of 2 year olds), open the fridge to find yourself not hungry, read a chapter in a book then go to bed at 9 pm.
That my friend, is having no life! And it’s so pathetic that I don’t wish that to my sworn enemies.
-- July 2013
-- July 2013
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