2 thoughts on “I remember when I was twelve years old and everything made perfect sense when I worked it all out on paper and graphed it up in Microsoft Excel but all that is behind me now and when I try to get my business in order sometimes the numbers just don’t add up”

1. 

   I remember when I was twelve years old
   (for me it was 13)
   and everything made perfect sense when I worked it all out on paper and graphed it up in Microsoft Excel
   (even then I hated excel, but yea, I wrote it all out. I got it. My parents were so dumb, how could they not see how simple it was?)
   but all that is behind me now and when I try to get my business in order sometimes the numbers just don’t add up
   (some of the numbers seem more like letters, or at least on a base 60 system, and nothing quite makes any sense, these calculators weren’t made for this… Life got complicated real quick like, and here I am trying to make sense of something so clearly senseless. But I wake up each day nonethesless excited, just hoping today isn’t a Monday, cuz on Monday’s I check my bank account and get that reality check in full force)

2. 

   But the ones that really matter,
   the unquantifiable bits,
   (like the friends and the music and the car and the girl)
   those ones always seem to work out,
   somehow.
   (Sometimes, messily, like a high-octane shit in a public stall)