One day I opened a box filled with pictures, writings, and older items like CDs and cassettes. In the Receptacle of Yesterday (which was written on the box), I ran across something called, ‘My Gay Bucket List.' This list consisted of distant pleasures and obtainable goals. Reading the memories, I was amazed at what was written.
My Gay Bucket List at age 30
Looking around the area, I found another paper attached to the first list. The date was exactly 5 years later. This one read:
My bucket list at 35 with some variations.
To humor myself, I decided to write an updated bucket list for the next 5 years.
My Gay Bucket list at 40 and not budging.
As time passed, I've reached 40. I have only 4 out of 10 items completed. But what really shocked me, was the fact I didn't change any of my things, I just modified them. Which means, I need to get a fucking life or change up some shit. Maybe I should write… oh, forget it. I will quit forging list and just live my not so happy life.