F#@K Anxiety

So I caught some flack for that parents comment in my last post. I guess I'm just showing some of my insecurities about maturing, becoming responsible, and giving in to societal, cultural and biological pressures. I mean, come on, I'm a 26 year old boy, we don't think about things like babies, buying homes, careers, life insurance. (actually, I think about all that sh!t) But perhaps I should be thinking in that direction... getting any younger I am not. And as I type this I am realizing that 26 is not that young.
Again...this blog has served it's purpose of discovering peoples' passions while discovering my weaknesses. I am not as strong as I would like to be, and i know better than most, that I have been coasting for quite some time. Perhaps I am too content to leave my fate in the hands of some higher power. It's like that joke says..."I sent you a boat, a helicopter, and a plane...what more did you want". Sometimes opportunity doesn't knock...but it is just on the other side of the door. And most days, I'm too busy complaining that my wrist hurts to turn the knob.