you'd think that after more than 3 decades on this planet, i'd have some direction in life. unfortunately, it seems that maturity does not always come with age.
i wish life came with some kind of manual. you know.. a big fat book that tells you everything you needed to know about living. practical stuff. things like..
* how to have a good social life
* how to make friends (and keep them)
* how to earn huge amounts of money without working yourself to death
* how to be the perfect child/soulmate/partner to the parent/soulmate/partner given to you
* how to please others and yourself at the same time
* how to be happy without losing your sanity
* how to determine whether you've already lost your sanity
* how to get back to being sane when you've already lost your mind
* how to know what you want
* how to get what you want in life
* how to not be frustrated when you don't get what you want in life
* how to live well
* how to die well
but as far as i know, there's no such manual. the bible is as close as i can get to having one. and i honestly haven't figured out all the stuff that's written for me there. only bits and pieces. and i come by them way too seldom.
*sigh* i guess this is just one of those days when i want to throw in the towel. to just lie down and sleep.. for ages, if necessary. only to wake up when i'm not so bruised and hurting anymore. or maybe not at all.
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