Alex, A Little Closer. (21)

Hi, I’m Alex. I’m twenty one years old and faking my way through adulthood.

When I drink whiskey, I reminisce over sad country songs. When I drink tequila, I sin all night long.

I stopped smoking cigarettes. Again.

I fell in love with a woman who looks at me like I put the stars in the sky.

My credit score has increased drastically…humble brag.

I went on my first deployment. I spent six months in Japan and still don’t know how to use chopsticks.

I now have six tattoos, two from across the world.

Anti-depressants saved my life.

The only things I truly like about myself are my eyelashes, tattoos, and hand veins.

I realized I was getting older when I had my first hangover.

I really realized I was getting older when I started getting more and more gray hairs. People tell me that they are “generously peppered.” Ouch.

My to-do list tends to spill into the next week, every week.

I love Zach Bryan, curly fries, and the ocean. In that order.

There’s a stack of books on my nightstand that just collects dust.

Sometimes when I’m bored I’ll walk around the grocery store.

I hate lavender, math, and slow drivers in the passing lane. In no particular order.

Sundays are reserved for early morning drives and hot coffee.

I cry every time I watch The Notebook, sunsets, and go to art museums.

Sunflowers make me happy.

The idea of life after the military scares me.

I truly have no idea what I’m doing. I just cross my fingers and hope for the best.

I’m Alex and this is 21.

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