Cold hearted

Do you ever get the feeling that your life just isn't complete? Like there's something else out there, something better, with purpose calling you. If you could just shed the daily work routine that "the man" is forcing you to keep your life would once again have meaning. Yeah, me too.

These feeling have been getting stronger over the past several months. At first I figured it was boredom, hell I've been at my current place of employment for almost ten years. Then I figured it might be an early mid-life crisis. So a while back I sat down with the missus and talked to her about wanting to make a change. How if I could just pursue a different career that I was sure my life would once again have purpose.

Well evidently she's been talking to The Mind Fuhrer because my request to open an interpretive dance studio was dismissed with extreme prejudice in a fit of laughter, with no regard for my feelings. Between her fits of laughter and gasps for air she mumbled something about me being "too white" and that I had all the rhythm and grace of and epileptic opossum, mid seizure.

She's cold hearted folks; she just took my hopes and dreams and crushed them.