Another month in passing

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I met up with my college cohorts last Friday to catch up on old times. It has been about 8 months since I've last seen them, on the account of being busy every weekend spending the little amount of time I have with my crumpet. I guess I fell silent because there was so much to talk about that I didn't know where to start, and they were well acquainted with each other that I felt left out in a way. They're still the same people -- fun, eloquent, in-your-face, endearing -- whereas I, I've become rather reticent assuming a life without melodrama or much complication. They seem so out of reach with their kickass careers, their transient lovers, their psycho stalkers and branded loafers. I guess you can say there was a little bit of envy, for as much as I'd like to keep myself in this quietude, my Aquarian-ness reminds me there's so much to reinvent or discover. Indeed, life awaits and mine should move forward with a new career plan.
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Boredom sets in once again but thank Diwali it's not a self-destructive type of ennui. It's one that seeks a change from the true-form routine of being in a 2pm-11:30pm job. I don't fret going to work yet when I'm there this incredible dullness creeps in through my socks and reminds me to follow my break schedule, to come to work early, to do my work because I'm paid to do so, to get through the day ready for the next 4. In truth I am content but not "happy" happy, if you know what I mean.
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But seriously, should there be a difference?
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