Between 3 and 4. I feel like a zombie sometimes. I just want to, I don't know, run away. What do I want to do? Live in a 500 sq foot studio in a tall building with a giant fucking window for one of the walls. Have nothing in there but a mattress, a recliner and a computer desk. Eat nothing but crunchy peanut butter and Nutella sandwiches for breakfast, pizza for lunch and chicken-something for dinner. Live somewhere where it's always 68°F ± 7°F. Not have to live in a city of seven million people where it takes an hour to drive twelve miles to work. Play video games, watch movies, maybe get a cute beagle for a pet. Learn to play guitar, start working out again, not have to work a soul crushing job in a large corporation that produces nothing tangible. Not have to look at the news and be reminded of the assholes we have in charge, and the ignorant, illiterate single-issue-voting masses who put them in office. Be closer to my friends from school/college - or at least on the same continent. Not having to look at my Facebook feed and seeing otherwise normal people post batshit crazy religious horseshit, the latest of which was claiming Hurricane Sandy was Allah's vengeance against America because the clouds in one of the satellite photos spell out Allah in Arabic.
It all went downhill after I got married. My wife can't tell the difference between a husband and a child. She went from sweet girlfriend to an overprotective, hyper-jealous, so-insecure-she's-not-even-trying-to-hide-it wife. Like I'm a defenseless, suicidal toddler who is his biggest mortal enemy. No, I am not hungry. No, my hunger status has not changed since the last time you asked. No, I'm not sleepy. If I was hungry, I would be eating. If I was thirsty, I would have had something to drink. If I was sleepy, I would be asleep already. If I really had something that needed professional medical help, I would have gotten it by now. If work was really not that important, I would have taken a day off to attend your stupid fucking party. No, I'm not saving all this money to blow it on some luxury romantic Eurotrip that I can't afford. If I had that much loose cash lying around, I would have not rebutted your pitch a dozen times until I felt embarrassed. If you cared, you would take a hint and pick your battles. No, I don't miss you because I haven't seen you in six hours. It takes, like, a week before you start to notice someone's absence. My Dad's been dead since June 2009 and I haven't missed him once. Because he hated us but that's a different story. Point is, only ask me if I miss you if it's been a month or one of us is in prison.
I only rate my life a 3/4 because I fucking love Battlefield 3, internet porn and browsing Reddit on my phone. Reddit's always funny. Anandtech Off-Topic used to be funny but then they banned all the funny people and left us with shitty trolls.
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