Where am I again?

There are times when I feel as though I am in a parallel universe in which my life is not really my life. It's hard to explain such a universe, but I believe it exists. Where am I now? I have no idea. I'm actually just winging it. It's tough to know what you want, but not know what is the best way to get there. Life is complicated. When I was younger, I never imagined myself encountering the issues I have now as an adult. Being a grown-up is not as fun as I had envisioned. In fact, it is a pain in the ass. When you're a kid, all you have to do is think about yourself. Now you have to account for every individual you will impact with a decision or indecision. When did it become so damn tough? I'm not complaining (at least for the most part) because I know what I want now and who I want to be. These are things that I wasn't exactly sure of 5 or 6 years ago. It's just the thought of what may lie around the next obstacle that alludes me. Where is that crystal ball when you need it?

So, I have had a few difficult decisions to make lately (specifically between yesterday and today). I think I chose the right path for me, but doubt always lies behind every decision we make. For me, I would feel remiss if I did not try. I'll leave it at that.

So on my way to the Village Bakery (where I get my pizza) I noticed a restaurant that has been in the same place since I have lived in Davis, but I never actually paid any attention to. This restaurant's name is (and I am not kidding): Pasta? Yes, with the ? in the title. Just Pasta? So are they unsure about serving pasta there? Are they playing little games? Let's make them think we serve pasta ... And then hit them with Steak and Potatoes. And when you ask friends to meet you there, how do you say the name? Do you say the word pasta as though it were a question? Or do you say Pasta Questionmark?

I have some more blogs posted on The Other Shoe. So if you're interested in my preference for French Onion soup over Chicken Noodle, take a gander!