"You need a different perspective. Oh, and stop being a pussy."
Those words from words have been rolling through my brain since Drunk Pauly bluntly told me that during the drunkeness that was the WPBT Winter Classic. Coming from anyone else, I might've been offended. That is, if I was offended over the truth. But I'm not, and it is the truth that I am, undoubtedly, a pussy.
I woke up this morning with a Super Bowl sized hangover, only to call in sick to work. Again. I've got the accumulated vacation, so it's not that much of a big deal. The booze made it feel like my eyeballs were being pressed outward, and Pauly's words resonating though my brain didn't help my upset stomach much.
I need a change, and I need it soon. And it's high time I do something about it.
Minneapolis is a great city.
In the summer.
The wintertime only ehances my seasonal affective disorder, and that's no bueno, folks. I realize that while I love living here, there's nothing holding here. I'm single, my job is dispensible for the most part, and I can always pay the 15 child support payments/ month via the internet. I've got no reason to not branch out.
Through this very blog right here, I've met people from all over the country. I've read--or skimmed--all of your blogs for the past 3 years. And right now, I'd like to ask y'all for some advice.
Where should Chad move?
I've been very few places in this country, or outside of it. So, I'd like some suggestions on what cities would be a good fit for a single guy like me. I'm not even going to include my limitations, which are present.