It hit me tonight: at this moment in time, I’ve become that thing that I hate and fear. I’m a person with little ambition and no real dreams of which to speak.

I’m not sure how it happened (though I know when, roughly), but I suddenly find that I’m not chasing anything at the moment. And it’s not that I’ve finally gotten all of my heart’s desires; I just don’t really desire anything anymore. It’s almost like I’ve given up on the inside, but not nearly so traumatically as that phrase would suggest.

Of course, I’m tired beyond description right now, having pushed myself too hard the past few weeks and having dealt with a lot of stress (money, dentist, new job, etcblah). So take all this with a grain of salt; I am.

But still, one pervasive thought stays with me: is this what separates adults from kids?

I still wanna be a Toys’R’Us kid.