I think I just realized the true gravity of photography, I think I may have been existing on auto pilot for a bit there. Even my days off become more mundane consisting of sleeping, video-games, sex, smoking pot and more sleeping. I used to bike six hours a day at least four days a week. I'm so stressed out from work and an on going relationship with the woman I love I can barely eat. I'm 155 and six foot... I used to be the fat kid for fucks sake. I haven't taken any real photos in years and I'm severely failing in my social outlets. I'm too afraid of failure to draw even though every time I do I realize how stupid that fear is. Honestly I think the negativity and malice of working as a non salary retail manager has slowly developed a black void where my soul was.
On a lighter note over the course of a year I feel I have successfully grown a handle bar mustache.