Entirely Erwin

I Actually Have Time To Think

For some reason, two conversations I've had with other people (as opposed to myself or with something other than human, which occur more frequently these days) over the past week are still lingering in my brain. Guess they want to come out for me to share, eh?

Here it goes...so last weekend I helped The Chosen One study for her exam that, if passed, would allow her to enroll in Teaching School (I digress, isn't the phrase "School of Education" redundant?). We were going over the answers to the grammar portion of a test exam when I revealed something to her I had long forgotten about:

The Chosen One: Erwin, you're such a smartee.
The Chooser of the One: Nah, I had fun doing this grammar stuff...if med school and becoming a doctor didn't work out, I wanted to try journalism.
The Chosen One: But you're in business-ag?
The Chooser of the One: Yep, I know...

Funny how things work out that way. I never thought I'd be doing what I am doing today (getting reamed without the lube). So much for reaching for the stars and achieving my dreams, which leads me to conversation #2....

I heard that a person who is similar to me in age and has a great career in front of him is starting up a new business as the owner of a nail salon which doubles as an art studio. Holy crap, add this along with the fact that he goes to school and just purchased a house, this person's got a lot going for him...and he's around my age!!! Then I think about myself. Yes, I too have a pretty good career, and I also do some computer repair and upgrade sidework, and I'm looking into possibly opening an investment club in the near future, but that's it. What more can I possibly do? Try E-Bay? I don't have enough Lance Armstrong bracelets to auction off. Sell porn? I'd be my best customer. Donate sperm? Seeing how this would fall in line with my plot to conquer the world, I'd do it for free...

It's really all the WWE's fault. I felt pretty accomplished until they gave the World Championship to a 24 year old. That makes me feel pretty shitty. Thanks, WWE. I love you anyways.