Well I only posted once between the two TBTs I’ll work on that. This was another start that never made it anywhere. i think this one is 3 + years old.
It would seem that with time my mind has aged in a manner most unfitting. 3 years have passed and I feel as though I’m near death. 24, close to 25 yet the feeling inside is defeat. How much suffering can one undergo? 1st world problems is what we call it. Not real problems. I eat enough, I drive to work, I sleep on a bed in a temperature controlled house. Half the world would scoff at my problems, but they are my problems none the less.
The offer I put on a house was accepted today. My fiancé said yes when I proposed following the news that I would be promoted to a Partner by landing the biggest commercial client our firm has ever had. They gave me some sort of European sports car as a gift and my fiancé surprised me with a dog. I got home to find a notice that my High School would be honoring me as one of the most influential graduates and want me to speak at this year’s graduation. All well and good right?
Wrong.
My name is Hermonimus Zech, and I hate my life.
“Fuck man, that’s awesome congrats on the promo bro! Shit, and the lady, the newest Zech I’ll be damned. Never thought you’d settle into this kind of life.”
“Yeah. Dan, why don’t we just lay off all that tonight.”
The bar was filled with young, loud, vibrant people. So many no one would even notice the cloud of despair building over Zech’s head. His unhappiness was apparent, but the why wasn’t. Dan poked and prodded but gotten nowhere. Zech had made up his mind; the conversation was done. Drink after drink the table filled with empty glasses and the two sat toiling away speechless as the evening unfolded.
“Seriously, what the fuck man? Why are you being such a bitch tonight?”
“Dan I said ‘not tonight’ and I mean it. I’m just not in the mood.”
“Gah, you sound like my wife. I need something to look forward to man, your life is turning out perfect. Exactly how you wanted right? You have the house, the lady, the job. What else could you want?”
Zech flicked the straw in his drink and whispered quietly “My Life…”. The evening was finally ramping up, midnight rolled around and the two friends were only upright as a result of sturdy chairs.
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