Make haste slowly

the stretchy pants are on, i’ve got nothing to do with my time other than sit back and type on here. been a while since i’ve had this opportunity, and i’m not so sure what to do with it. it used to be that this would confuse me, and bring me to the gripping terror that my social life was over. it isn’t, it never was; but that’s how my mind operates. people are still around wherever i go, there’s an inexhaustible supply of them to meet — not that i want to meet them all. the place i’m at right now is certainly better than where i was this time last year, but that isn’t saying much; at least it’s somewhere. perhaps the world i grew up in never lived up to my expectations of what life would be like, but at this stage, it’s up to me to make life what i want it to be. it would just be nice if some of my expectations would happen to be true.