I've come to a few realizations over the last couple of weeks. First, I find myself alone at my house quite often. In this solitary state, while going about random activities such as cooking, eating, changing a bike tire, stylizing, etc, I talk to myself. I don't exactly have conversations with myself, I think I just verbalize aloud what I am thinking, or narrate what I am doing. I think it is something I have always done, but I am not certain. I'm not sure whether or not it is a sign of craziness or loneliness.
I seem to do a great deal of ranting in my blog. I didn't so much notice until the last week or so, but I feel like many of my entries are negative to an extent. Perhaps it is due to some slight depression.
I believe the source of said depression would be a glaring realization I had recently; I'm turning 26 this year. I have been the residing patriarch of everywhere I have lived over the last year and a half. I think it really sank in when I was registering my roof rack online for the warranty. When asked to enter in my age group, I no longer fell under the comforting blanket of 18-24; I was taken into the cold, icy embrace of 25-34.
25 never sounded so old.