Being a Failure in Life

Or so I feel like one…

I graduated high school 10 years ago. And most of my friends that I graduated with have gone on to do amazing things.

Most of them became fathers and mothers, husbands and wives. They bought houses and started families. Hell some of them even look like they walked out of a Jcrew catalog. I got stuck with the body of a stand up comedian, not exactly the model that would have posed for Michelangelo’s David.

My friend.
My stand up comedian body….

I have childhood friends who are Doctors, Lawyers, and one is a professional athlete. I chose to try and become a film maker and comic book writer.

I didn’t necessarily fail because I achieved my goal of writing comic books. I feel like one though because while I was chasing my dream, I didn’t chase women. That isn’t to say I haven’t tried.

I tried for a girl who wanted the same thing, but she lived half the world away. When I went for it, I wasn’t what she wanted. I haven’t recovered from that all the way.

The point is this, I would be happier married and with kids, than I am now. That isn’t to say I don’t have the best job in the world. I get to talk about movies, write articles and think for long periods of time.

In the long run, I only feel like a failure in the realm of I’m not doing my part to ensure the survival of my species. I’m the last in the line, from the start of time, to right now, some how my line survived, and I’m going to let it die at the pinnacle of mankind? Of course not.

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