Wednesday, August 30, 2006
I have a great well balanced life, I love my life, I have great friends and loving family. I am not rich but I don't worry about money, with the exception of my mortgage I maintain zero debt, so I am not in any kind of pressure. I am still single but I do have a healthy sex life. I am physically active and in a great shape and on top of all this, I love what I do which is driving a cab.
Every now and then like tonight for example, I feel real empty and worthless and question the purpose of my existence and have a philosophical debate with myself, but never suicidal.
"Mad, what the fuck is going on? Are you going to pop yourself? Don't do it Mad! Don't do it! The Redskins are going all a way this season, at least wait until the season is over, and I know gas is expensive but I hear a running engine is the way to go Mad!"
Fuck you man! I am not that weak, but you know what I discovered lately about myself? When ever I feel like shit, I become real irresponsible about my safety while driving my cab at night and do all kind of stupid shit that could put my life in jeopardy. Is it because I am a pussy to do it myself and let some crack head in the back seat of my cab do the dirty work for me?
"Enough with the self analysis bullshit Dr. Freud, We are waiting for your ass at the poker table Mad, are you coming or not?"
I have got to go to this stupid poker game now. Good night!
Don't forget the homeless.
Posted by Mad Cabbie at 8:37 PM