Work, Work, Work, Work, Work, Work, Work

A friend just sent me an email describing himself as a stressed-out robot. And I'm feeling it too. Even when I was living in Japan, the land of robot-lovers, I didn't feel half as robotic as I do lately. I think it has a lot to do with being back home and getting caught up in cultural and success-related expectations. Living in other places, I didn't seem to give half a fuck about what I should be doing. I just cared about what I was doing! But now I have this weight on me, this idealized person that I feel I should live up to. (I think it's what's telling me to run and hide when I see people I went to high school with. Like a fight or flight thing only with people from Arlington.)