I was 38 years old before it really occurred to me, hey who the hell am i, what do i really want out of life, and how do i get it? I should have tried to figure that out at 20, but when i hit the brick wall of responsibility i rebelled against childhood issues and decided to resort to alcohol and crack. But they just put off the inevitable.
(Speaking of, doesn’t anyone notice that the word "alcoholic" just adds an "ic" to the end of the substance? So "shopaholic" doesn’t make any sense - there’s no such thing as "shopahol." Really you’re just a "shopic." Or a "chocolatic" i guess. Or just a plain ol’ freak.)
I’ve realized i have a base problem, which is i can’t multi-task. I can walk and chew gum, it doesn’t mean i won’t have the TV and music on while i work on the computer. But all the interconnected and related details of a task fill my brain, and shifting to something else is overwhelming. Once i start, everything else will get forgotten, like sleeping, eating, showering (there are other things i don’t forget to do though...).