Solitude. I love it. It’s also hard to come by living with a big family and all. But I love being alone with my thoughts (most times). At this moment I can hear the tics of three different clocks in three different rooms. They are all out of sync and sound like they are having a conversation. The refrigerator tries to hum over them. Most of the time I’m up thinking about life. Thinking about how I got to this moment in time. About how high school was such a blur. About that girl I used to like. Trying to to remember why I liked her. When I’m not reminiscing, I’m overthinking the future. When will I get married? Will I even get married? What’s APR? How does a mortgage work? When will I finally grow a beard? When the questions start to get unusual then I know that sleep is on its way. We wrestle, but it wins. It always seems to win.