I’ll admit it, sometimes I feel lost in this thing called manhood. There are times and days when I feel like I am on track toward becoming the man that I want to become. Other days, I feel derailed and demotivated. On those days I look back and wonder what the fuck I did with those 24 hours. The answer is disheartening: nothing, and a lot of it. That’s when I look deeply at the reflection in the mirror and spit at it in disgust.
There is no urgency for me to completely grow up. I don’t have crushing student loans, a mortgage, or car payments. I don’t have a serious relationship with the prospect of marriage in the foreseeable future. I’ve even managed to avoid the ultimate crux of being Mexican: getting a chick pregnant at a young age. No little Raul Jr running around draining money out of my bank account, crushing and shitting on my dreams with his mere existence. My working theory is that it’s because I specialize in fucking and dating white chicks who dislike their fathers enough to be with a dark skinned man, but not so much that they want to be with a black guy. Hispanic chicks can’t be trusted to fuck without condoms even in relationships; they’re insanely fertile and since a vast majority of them come from overbearing catholic families, abortion is not an option. Asian chicks never dig me because they know dating me will bring great shame to their family.
Raul Felix only has to only worry about Raul Felix. Since I am very self-centered and a bit aloof to what others feel, it’s a pretty easy task. I’m the only male in my family over the age of 23 who isn’t married or doesn’t have a little shit-machine ankle biter. However, that doesn’t mean I never want that. When I picture how my future will be like, I see a beautiful wife with ample breasts and an amazing ass who I will have hotter sex with than two bunnies in a wool sock. As fuck trophies, there will be a couple of Felix spawn roaming around wreaking havoc.
I’m 26, in a few days I’ll be 27, and all I can think about is: what the fuck is the rush? My generation, Generation Y, we’re expected to live well into our mid-80’s on average, even to our 90’s and 100’s. That’s a long ass time to be a responsible member of society.
Whenever I meet an older person, male or female, I always ask them what they would have done differently if they could do it all again. The most consistent responses are: get an education in a real major, one that actually gives you a real world tangible skill such as engineering. Hold off on marriage and having children until you discover who you are and what you truly want out of life. Travel when you are young and free of responsibilities.
I don’t have a college degree, so according to my boy Kendawg, I have no right to make fun of him like I constantly do because he made the ill advised decision to major in Archaeology. I just know that a vast majority of people who I know personally who have a humanities degree are not even working in the field they studied in and have no hopes to unless they get their masters and in some cases, PhD. While the people I know personally who have a STEM degree (Science, Technology, Engineering, and Math) actually are gainfully employed in those fields. With that knowledge, my other friend, Sleazy-E, and I, in our late 20’s now, have taken it upon ourselves to major in engineering. He in Civil Engineering and myself in Computer Engineering, though we’re both still a long ways off from graduating.
Just from being a writer, I’ve run across a few people who had to pretty much restart their lives after their kids left the nest and are currently struggling to discover who they are. Hell, the cougars I’ve picked up at the bars have shown me first hand how freshly divorced women who didn’t really get to enjoy their 20’s because of the responsibility of a husband and children behave when they get their hands on a half-decent looking man, such as myself. (Hint: if you’re an attractive cougar in the Southern California area, send me an e-mail.)
I feel it is a manifestation of making up for lost time. They want to live the life they never got to enjoy and in my eyes, they have the right to do so. Better late than never, tis grandeur to be a hot cougar on the prowl than a bitter old spinster. For the more ambitious types of men and women it can mean finally going after what they truly dreamed of doing, the thing that they had set aside, but always was lingering in the back of their head, because of the burden of being a grown up.
There is a world of difference between traveling with just backpack on a bums budget and staying in shady hostels and partying with people from all the different places of the world with questionable moral values than traveling with family. There is an insane amount of independence when you travel alone or with just one companion. There is minimal logistics, budgeting, and you’re able to be quite serendipitous with your time and what you do. I’ve traveled through thirty states of the United States on my motorcycle for 2 and a half months, spent three weeks traveling the entire country of Italy on a motorcycle, and backpacked randomly through Western Europe for a month. I can only imagine how lame and how expensive that shit would be with a snot monster to drag around.
Depending on your prospective, I can be seen as a failure or a young man on his way to the top. I don’t really have a hard set career path yet, I don’t make six-figures, I haven’t “manned-up” and decided to just pick a reformed slut who doesn’t meet my high standards for a woman and just get married. I have no stability in my life and I live in a hovel with four room mates who drink too much, curse too much, play too many video games, and have the most obscene sense of humor.
I’ve decided to take the advice of those older people and take my god damn time because why the fuck not? There are a lot of things I want to accomplish before I settle down and become a family man. I want to travel the world on my motorcycle, fuck more women, drink more booze, spit more blood, take big risks, exceed my comfort zone, get my education, and make sure I pick the right career for myself. My bad I’m not a prodigy who has it all figured out by 26. I’m not the most mature and responsible person, but I know enough to know that I don’t want to make huge life commitments until I truly feel I am ready emotionally, financially, and eager to give my all to them without any resentment or regrets. I’m not fully developed, yet, are any of us?
“You traveled the US on a motorcycle? Tell me a story!” Alright: The Gay Meth Story
18 thoughts on “Lost in Manhood”
It sounds like you’ve got your shit figured out. You are ahead of most people because you at least know what you want to do in the near future. Most people automatically assume that you have to graduate high school, go to college, work, marry and procreate. There is a life outside of the “American Dream” that people, for the most part, don’t get to experience.
Live it up while you can and have fun. There are countless of people who would trade places with you in a heartbeat just to see and experience the things that you have. Yet, there is so much more to experience. So why not?
Things will fall into place when the time is right.
Thanks. Maybe I’m not sure exactly how I’ll get there, but I know where I want to end up. That’s fine with me. Things will come when they come.
Having accidentally produced my first ankle biter at the age of 27, I beg of you… take your time. I have spent the time since then buried in kids and/or work to support said kids in a convenient yet unsatisfying partnership with the Ex-Hubs because that was what you are “supposed to do”. He is my age as well and we have missed out on a lot due to his mega career and parenthood. You are perfectly on track FOR YOU because you sound so much like ME it’s spooky, so whether you’re my cosmic little brother from another mother or my younger male Mexican doppleganger… don’t follow in my footsteps. You will spend the majority of your life stuck in “grown up land”… for now, have some fun, see some things, meet some people, write your BRAINS out. There is tons of time for the other stuff. Make sense? 🙂
I didn’t make fun of you for not having a degree. I simply and rudely pointed out that you can’t brag about the phantasy degree that you won’t have for 4 to 5 years against my actual, real degree that exists outside your mind. And when I was in your stage of education I was going to be a doctor, much like you are going to be a computer engineer.
I can’t wait to congratulate you on your Creative Writing degree in 2018.
Oh Kendawg, you underestimate me like you always do. While you’re struggling for scraps and finally concede to the fact that you’ll be doing jobs intended for high school girls for the rest of you life, while I will live the glorious life, I may let you make direct eye contact with me.
All I have to say to that is “Pre-paid Legal”.
Fuck you Jap.
Makes a ton of sense. There is plenty of time for the other stuff and doing all the stuff grown up land give you. Plus, when else can I totally fuck up and only have myself to worry about. I’d like to think more like a younger male Mexican doppleganger.
I think a lot of this hype about living while you’re young is bullshit. It’s all about self awareness. If you want to get someone pregnant and ruin your life at a young age, be aware that’s what you’re doing. If you want to go to college, get a job, and get married on a certain timeline, knock yourself out. Different things make different people happy. If you grow up to have a bunch of regrets, that’s your own fault entirely.
Exactly. You shouldn’t do things just because that’s what you’re suppose to do. You should do them because that’s what you want to do. If you truly want to settle down when you’re young, then do it. You’re the creator of your own life and lifestyle.
This makes me think of the story about the grasshopper and the ant. Don’t be a grasshopper Felix! Winter is coming…
P.S- if you are thinking of Computer Engineering, Goolge Data Science. It’s the next big thing. If you won’t crash and die in the first year from the burden of adulthood, perhaps you can aim towards that profession. They will make the big bucks in the near future.
Winter is coming, but as a male, winter comes later. And I’ll look into to that major and see what it’s all about.
Soo at this point i’ve read about half of your Slap Dick blog posts and all I’ve got to say is… Most of it is pretty good. I laugh reading each of them because I know you and your asshole-ish nature is part of your charm. I will point out that your writing has a lot more feel, flow and detail (obviously) when you discuss events you’ve actually experienced (Gay Meth). If you could try and get yourself into character, so to speak, when you’re writing about theoretical/contemplative topics it’d make you 10x the writer you already are.
Overall: Kudos, Sir. You’re not totally full of shit and you’re writing is worth slightly more than TP. Well done.
Slightly better than TP? Even the double quilted type? I’m moving my way up to the top I see. Thanks for the feedback bro.
hey man, great post, i can totally relate to this, this is exactly what i need to read right now, it actually motivated me to do something productive right now.
and just to let you know ive been reading your blog for quite sometime now.. keep it up
Thanks man. I’m sorry, I didn’t notice this comment until now. Thank you for reading a following!
you can get into STEM orrrrr
Get into the trades!
The trades? Like plumber and electrician?