life after it all

I know someone who insists that they are living life to the fullest and experiencing every day as it should be.  While I don’t doubt they are having a blast at life, they bring up their “way better life” every chance they get.

I have an awesome life.  Awesome job (if I tell you about it, I really may have to kill you), awesome boyfriend.  Amazing pay.  Great friends and the courage to say I did it and will do it again when I feel like it.

I do not have the courage to brag about my awesome life.  I do not have the courage to be a self centered brat who feels because they give life the finger they should tell everyone else they are lemmings.  I do what I do and I love it.

And I truly hate people who feel the need to remind me that they push life and cultures values just because they are there.  Sure, you may climb that mountain and I may write that report.  But in 10 years time when you look old from being in the sun way too much and your fat because you indulged too much, I will be able to sit back in my padded office chair planning my trip to some far off locale knowing I will look good in a bikini. 

Does that make sense?

Probably not.

‘Cause my mind is already in Mexico.