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Just a case of mitosis.

"Oh, I didn't realize it was family coming in, dude." He said. "You told me it was just peeps coming to stay at your house for a while." I shrugged. "I don't know, man. They're just peeps to me; I don't really know them all that well." He laughed.

"Everyone is just peeps to you."

I tend to take things for granted. Especially my relationships with people. Or people in general. It's a bad habit that I need to work on. Plenty of time for that, I hope. I like to think that other people are fairly patient.

I envy the people who have convinced themselves that they know what they want to do with their lives. I can never keep my plans straight for more than a couple days and some people already have their lives charted out apparently.

It's been more than a few months since I finished my EMS course and I still haven't finished it. "I've got to finish that up," I tell people. "Take that test." And I drag my feet. I was so excited about it. My friend already took his test, and he took the course after I did. I thought I was excited about it. I thought I was the one who wanted to do that. Yet here I sit, twiddling my thumbs and wondering what happened.

I need to figure out what to do with myself. We talked about kids for some reason today. Now I'm scared about the prospect of parenthood and marriage and growing up. The future freaks me out.

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