Someone reminded me this week that I have both an addiction to Raleigh and an addiction to the internet.I see nothing wrong with either of these things to be perfectly honest. I can now walk home from work at 2:50 a.m. in the city I love, indulge Lola in her infinite love of fetch, and indulge myself in my lust for the internet. Is this so wrong?
Tonight was another glorious first friday. In fact, the first first friday that I have worked as a service-industry member of our fair city of oaks. No, I didn't get to enjoy the new show at Rebus Works, and no I didn't get to see Bobby at the Times, but I served beers like my life depended on it, and I did it well.
It's this small satisfaction that reminds me why I'm where I am to begin with. I refuse to accept doing what I'm supposed to do versus what I want to do, and I refuse to accept the "right thing to do" when what I want to do is just be myself. I'm an imperfect, flawed, confused 23-year-old that couldn't imagine being anywhere than where I am.
Ok, so I've gotten a little introspective with this post, but to be fair... I was at the Busy Bee for 15 hours straight today. I had no breaks, no leaving the building, no dinner, no nothing. I deserve a little internet self-indulgent lust.... right?
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