I was a good kid in school. I never hung out with a bad crowd; got straight A’s in school; went into a good university and got a great job afterwards.

Man, I was a model citizen all my life.

(Mid-life crisis, you come too early)

Why the heck didn’t I do bad things?

Why did I never take drugs? Yeah, there’s some stuff that will screw you up for life, but there’s other less-bad stuff that can make you stop feeling like such a preppy-good-boy.

Why did I never get so freaking drunk to pass out and puke all over someone’s floor? I barely have embarrassing stories to tell. Why didn’t I join a fraternity, participate in a wild orgy, finding myself in a low-grade porn movie?

What kind of dirt are journalists gonna be able to find on me when I go and apply for that Senate seat? LOL.

No, more specifically, what am I going to tell MYSELF when I look back and see all this boring nonsense in my 20’s?

Little boxes, on the hillside,

Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,

Little boxes, on the hillside,

Little boxes, all the same…

So, there is one word that describes my mood of the past few weeks. That word is RECKLESS. That’s exactly what I want to be.

RECKLESS to a point – I’m not planning on jumping out of the window or driving 120mph on a city highway. See, to a normal person, that’s the kind of stuff they’d consider RECKLESS.

To me, RECKLESS means “done without planning it 53 times”.

Let me tell you a story how we bought our TV. It took me 4 months (seriously!) to research the subject; find a good deal; and then finally jump on one. By that point, Irina lost all hope that we’ll ever own a normal television set. All excitement from the idea was already gone. The only thing that was left was thing nagging feeling: “did I check the deals websites today”.

One might argue that this kind of meticulous research is useful. I’ll say “yes, to the point”. It is useful with engagement rings; it is useful with houses. With stupid TV sets and cameras and MP3 players and the vast majority of everything you will ever own in your life, it is a total drag on your existence.

Just do it.

Think for a little while, maybe an hour or two, research the subject area, find 3-4 vendors, compare the reviews, and just fucking buy it. That’s the kind of RECKLESS I’m going to be from now on.

P.S. Oh wait… there is one memorable embarrassing story: me drinking 2 bottles of vodka with Irina’s dad, then sleeping in her little cousin’s room, waking up in the middle of the night to puke, finding a big TOY TRUCK and using it as a.. ahem… container. Fun times.