Let’s face it. Between the new job and the new commute and the new sleeping schedule and the new life schedule — all that time, all that boredom I had while unemployed has completely vanished.
Why can’t there be an easy transition between the desperate “I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t have a job and I don’t know where I’m going” stage and the completely exhausted “I have I job and I don’t know what I’m doing and there’s too much to do” stage? Seriously. The jarring difference between the two states leaves the 20-something in question completely bewildered and a bit lost. Therein lies another crisis after the QLC. Maybe the quarter life crisis comes in stages? It’s anywhere you don’t know where you’re going or what you came from?
They teach you about transition in school, but all that is relatively cushy and gradual.
This isn’t. This is life.
I don’t know if I like it. Stop it, I want to get off.
25 Cent Life 
Motto to live by:
“Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, Champagne in one hand – strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming WOO HOO – What a Ride!”
Religion is simply the way most deal with uncertainty. The only certainty is uncertainty, and to deflect it all in stride on ones own is what it means to be free. To place a bet on life after death is along the lines of choosing a number once the roulette wheel has stopped, it’s already too late. The dealer won’t allow it and inaction has failed you.
But from nothing, nothing comes…unless you feel that matter has existed without beginning and will continue in perpetuity than there’s a reconciliation to be made. Thus explaining my position as an agnostic.
The athiest is simply arrogant, and the religous are simply afraid to step into the light, the agnostic simply settles for what he can know and finds value in things which readily present value, and in accordance strays from things which lack value.