my future

I saw a flash of my future sometime yesterday.
I'm successful of course, in a way. You know which way?
The way where I have my own apartment -nicely decorated just like how I'd imagined I wanted my cove to look and feel-, a mad job that's gonna get me places (wanna see which places? take a peer up that corporate ladder.), a great family (with the usual dose of bickering and disagreements but we get on fine and have love for each other somewhere deep down inside), respect, a cat, therapy. That was the part when my fantasy kind of halted. I have therapy, in my future. I am screwed up. Just like all the other rat racing bigots, i am a freakin bigot. Yuck.