Do you ever sit there and wonder what the hell happened to your life? How the hell you came to be where you are?
I seem to have strayed so far from the master plan of my 20s. Well, no, not from the master plan, there never really was any. It's more that I'm often floored at how different my life is from what I had envisaged it becoming.
On certain levels it's wonderful, more than I ever dreamed.
On others, I have to wonder what the hell happened.
Meh, get over yourself Jazz. This is all probably just because you're doing the most boring stuff possible at work and are feeling put upon.