And I don't mean the MTV show. I mean the real world. Lowercase t, lowercase r, lowercase w.
I left work at a reasonable hour and I took tomorrow off. I have the whole night to myself. What to do? Hmmm. I did a little window shopping, came home and ate dinner, made a batch of hummus [really disappointing, I have never found a good recipe], had a beer, checked the blogs, and now here it is. 7:30 pm. I'm watching the first episode of Friends and guess what? Aniston TOTALLY got a nose job somewhere along the way.
So what am I supposed to do the rest of the night? I could clear out the laundry room. That's a task and a half. I could finish unpacking my room and prep it for this weekend's painting. I could watch TV all night, again.
I'm bored, and lonely. I get up in the morning, go to the gym, go to work, come home, make dinner, watch TV, go to bed. Every once in a while, some weekend plans turn up. I mostly feel like I'm going through the motions, the routine, but I have no purpose. This is not as much fun as my mid-twenties were supposed to be.
How am I supposed to occupy my time for the next, oh, 30 years?