WTF do I do with my life?

Sitting under the Californian sun at a terrace on Castro street in Mountain View.

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Having a chicken Caesar salad and an Alley cat amber ale.
Don't know yet what I'll do with my afternoon. Might go to Napa. In my previous trips in the area, I often went to the beach, driving between the see and the cliffs, it's a beautiful scenic road the California Highway 1.

In those previous trips, I also often panic, thinking that I might not be properly investing the precious time of my life that I had the luxury of enjoying here.

I just took a picture of this page with an interesting shadow from my glass of water with coca cola logo on it.

Let's try it with my beer now :-)

OK, so, I was saying that I used to stress about not properly using my time here... But what does it mean to "properly" us one's time? It's all about what we want to do with our life, right? Most of the time, we think of what we are "going" to do with our lives, in the future tense... Like if our lives were only to become and never "to be"... Here... NOW!... So Now, I wonder, what am I doing?...

Well... I'm writing these words on a notepad that I will hopefully type on a computer (as I'm doing now, while eating at the Davenport Roadhouse :-) and post it (soon.... soon... :-)...

{some time passes}

Now I'm sitting in front of the starbucks (and I'm typing the text while in bed at the hotel) with a venti latté in my hand, ready to roll in the big Mercury Grand Marquis that Enterprise gave me because they were out of smaller cars... ho well...
But where will I go? So back to the topic of freaking out in the past because I might not "optimize" my time here based on standards that others have set to define what it means to "properly" use one's time... Well... you know what? I don't give a fuck!... I'm going to do whatever I please and if I feel like doing squat or even work instead of visiting a museum or watching a nice sunset while walking on the beach... Who cares?... My loss... My choice... But if I don't give a fuck, why should I worry... We are so weird...

Go MAD Go...

BYE
MAD
P.S.: I have a post about a similar subject, in one of my French blogs.