Crossroads.

There are times in life where everything seems to come to a dead standstill, when everything has simply hit a giant brick wall of doom. Nothing seems to measure up to what you thought it would be and looking at those around you who have accomplished so much more in such a small amount of time only makes you feel inferior and oh-so-helpless  -  this is a crossroad.

It appears that I have reached this point in my life.

Standing at this crossroad, one would imagine either one of two subsequent events: a) a downwards spiral into depression with the help of cask wine and bargain bin romance novels to pass the time away (my brother would describe this as “knock-knock-knocking on sad gal door”) or alternatively, b) a sudden and wonderful revelation leading to a new found way to live and achieve success; grasping life with both hands and taking everything on offer.

I sit with face in palms.

The only option now is to start an anime commentary.  The unlisted alternative. The other other white meat. The only solution to this dire predicament is to drown within a sea of anime. It’s for the sake of my future.  (Mind you,my brother would still describe this as “knock-knock-knocking on sad gal door”). This may not seem to follow from the original train of thought, but don’t you judge me.

All the while, Momus lifts a mask from his face as he points a finger and laughs at me. He’s not just laughing subtly either, he’s actually doing the roflcopter thing all over the floor.

Daijobu, Tuxedo Kamen will save me.