The Blogs Are Back in Town

Well, it's finally time to start blogging again. I've put off posting for so long for a number of reasons. For one, the act of blogging requires me to admit that I have too much time on my hands. This isn't really something that has happened recently but has pretty much been the norm since I returned home from university. By indulging in blogging I basically affirm that I am bored and need to do something creative in order to prevent myself from committing some act of insanity and/or self-destruction. But, since it's always better to admit defeat than overcome it (wait is that how it goes?) I've decided that blogging may actually keep my spirits up.
For the past few weeks I have done little to re-route myself in the direction my life previously meandered. I no longer smoke weed everyday. I am no longer upset when I miss The View. I don't celebrate the weekends by ingesting beer and shawarmas. I don't even hang out with people who are the same age as mine. Instead, I've come to accept a new kind of schedule; one with less hangovers, but arguably more depression. Now don't worry, I'm not going to go all Holden Caufield here, but I must say that finishing university and moving back with your parents is like being on the receiving end of a monkey throwing shit. It's not pleasant. Sure, I'm happy to be home. I love my house and my family, and being fed home cooked meals everyday is a nice change from choosing between domino's pizza or those rotten Mr. Noodles.
It's an awful adjustment and probably the hardest thing I'll do in the near future is choosing my next step. I have many options but have no idea where they will lead me.
What I miss most about school is the group of friends I had. You never had to question who you were going to party with or who you were going smoke pot with. It's strange that I'm a foreigner in the city I've lived my whole life but I haven't lived here nor spoken to my so called acquaintances from high school for almost 5 and a half years. The world's a different place when you're exiled from the safety of university. Though I know I'll have that feeling of community again, it's difficult to find a new one that fits you just right.
So, this post is basically an affirmation of something I was at first afraid of admitting. I'm sad I'm out of school but you know what, when you really think about it, who the fuck cares. Maybe I'll just take off to India or something. I like cows.