Going to a town...

The town with no people. I am not there anymore. I belong and I participate.
Because it's fun.

Four days a week I find myself at the same place, doing the same thing, with the same people, talking about the same things and the same people.

But... I do not want to have it any other way. Right now is how I want my future workplaces to feel.
I cannot understand the discomfort and insecurity others share with each other, but maybe that is because I really am immature.
I really do not attribute it down to that though.
I am surrounded by a handful of neutral figures I can confide in, easily, without having to worry about what I spill. I like that it is mutual and open. It really feels like I am paid to socialise all but for four hours of the week.

The sad thing is though, I do not want this to change and in retrospect I can see how this will adversely affect me in the future. It puts a burden on my ambition, my desperation, my goals and the future I want... or thought I wanted.

But I should stop worrying about what may or not happen and what I may or may not want to be. I keep thinking of the sunk cost, the six years spent (possibly wasted) because I did not think.

But I am happy now, with where I am and who I am here with and where I sit and lay my hat. That is all that should matter, right?
Added bonus is the candy, human candy, all day everyday.