Birthday Blues

Birthdays suck. After you turn 21 they are no more fun. You just realize that you are a year older and you still feel the same. Nothing is really different. You're just older and a little uglier. You look around and realize, "I'd better get my ass moving! I'm getting old! I'm running out of time! Shit!" Then I always start comparing my life to other people who are my age. They have steady jobs, cars, some are married. What do I have? Some junk that I call my possessions and a steady drinking habit. Oh yeah and I guess I have a college degree. Sometimes I don't realize how many people don't have them. I read somewhere that in Michigan only 9% of people have bachelor's degrees. No wonder the economy sucks there. All the smart people left. And now I find myself going back. Hopefully not for long. I'm too smart to stay in a state full of dumb people. But I can't stay in Montana either. There are just not any people here. And the ones that are here are not that smart. For some reason they still cling to the old '50s version of the American dream where you work a hard-ass job over 40 hours a week and make $35,000. Someone forgot to tell them that hard work has been outsourced to Asia. We have a thing called the internet now and it is rapidly changing the world. But fuck 'em. Once I leave I won't give a crap.