I have to admit. I’ve been rather unhappy. I can speculate on why I’m unhappy but the why isn’t exactly relevant. I used to be worse as a teenager. I was always so broody and full of constant cliched anger. I was that angry kid with family issued dressed up in black clothing with raccoon eyes listening to whatever would piss my mother off the most. She’ll even vouch for it. She hated some of the crap I listened to. She was thankful if she could turn on the car and go through a mix I made without hearing the phrase “EVERY KILLING IS A TREAT!” (Hemoglobin by Beborn Beton, for those less cultured in industrial anger.) I was always finding new ways to be self destructive. I was always pissing someone off. And I was always so “misunderstood”.
Well, mom. I think I might be over that phase. You can rejoice.
Maybe I’m just old. Or getting old. Growing up? No. That can’t be it. Ah well. That doesn’t matter either.
What DOES matter is my 100 day experiment. This will be done in steps. Steps will later on be accompanied by photos. It’s a tad too late for me to start it today, but come sunrise I should be ready to go. I’m not exactly sure on what I hope to accomplish. I just know that something needs to change.
CHALLENGE ONE: FIND ONE GOOD THING ABOUT THE AREA I LIVE IN FOR THE NEXT 100 DAYS.
Day 1: Bethel Park doesn’t have a lot of crime, so I’m able to walk by myself at night.