Let me guess, you want adventure in your life?

So let me guess, you're a young possibly college aged student, and you want nothing more than to go on "adventures"?

You are never content where you are, and you are always hungry for "adventure"?

How original! You know, I am considered similar in age to you "Adventure" fiends, and in all my years I have NEVER heard of ANYONE who likes to go on "adventures", you my coffee loving, Ugg boots wearing, yoga pants advocating friend are the very first!

Sarcasm.

Let me start by saying that I am willing to wager that you may crave adventure, but you have never once tasted adventure. I hate to be petty, but you need to really reconsider the use of that word to avoid making you look like an idiot.

I looked up the definition of adventure just to make sure I was not blowing smoke up your ass by accusing you of being dim witted. 

Adventure: engage in hazardous and exciting activity, especially the exploration of unknown territory.

Christopher Columbus was an adventurer. He sailed to a land previously undiscovered by the Europeans, and thought he wound up in India. 

Steve Irwin was an adventurer. He would wrangle poisonous and life threatening animals on TV. In shorts.

Lewis and Clark were adventurers. 

The pilgrims were adventurers.

Moses was an adventurer.

You get the point. I guess what I am getting at is, if you can honestly say the menial activities you consider adventures to be on the same plane as these people, then you are thick. Driving a car on roads that someone else made, to go hike on trails that someone else paved can hardly be considered and adventure at all. It could be considered driving. It could also be considered hiking. 

So if you use the term "adventure" and you are not catching life threatening animals, or braving new territory, I hope you get stabbed in the heart by a sting ray.

I think that it is very self centered and ungrateful to say that you hate being home. I am in no way throwing a pity party right now, but I want to use myself as an example. I don't have a home. The house(s) I grew up in are now being occupied by other families. The room(s) I for so long called my own, now have someone else's crap all over their walls. My parents built a new house a couple of years ago. I am happy for them, but that isn't my home. I am very happy where I am living right now. And I am happy to have a place to sleep and hang up all my stupid band posters. But this isn't home in the true sense of the word. I don't have anywhere to go to call home. And I hear all the time "The last place I wanna be is home" You say that shit like you know. I sure wish my dad would fork over his credit card so I could go on frivolous adventures, and tell everyone how much I hate my own bed. I actually don't wish that at all. But I do wish I had the opportunity to have a home to hate. you ungrateful bastards.

"Be grateful for what you've got. Well, I'm not." -Tiny Moving Parts