Odd Man Out

Last night was fun, I was in a room with a dozen people around my age, some single, some married, all of us had jobs. But apparently, some of us had good paying jobs.

It's sad when you're the one person out of 12 who's renting, especially when even the single people are dropping $300k on a condo and not even worried about the price. I knew I made shit, but I didn't know I was made to feel like shit.

Life's progression is you're born, you go through school, you date, you get married, you buy a house, have children, raise children, get old, then die. But what happens when you start moving backwards down that line? I was 4 deep and on my way to 5 and 6, and now all of a sudden I find myself back at 2, with friends who are on 6 and 7.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, just felt like bitching.