A crossroads or a personality assassination?

(Yes, the title reflects John Mayer's newest album. I miss the old, non-A-list dating, non impromptu press conference outside his gym, non-unflattering-interviewing-so-much-his-publicist-needs-to-be-fired John).

So it's kind of embarrassing how much magazines used to excite me, mostly for their welcomed purpose of mind-numbing after a week (or few hours) of study and the escape of print media that quite literally decided my collegiate studies.

I used to joke that I should fake credentials a la Catch Me If You Can style to become an astrologist for Cosmo.
I recalled this career option with a chuckle skimming a horoscope today (on the beach- does that make it ok?) and reading something about being "empowered to make a Facebook change around the 11th." Oy. Seriously?

But lately, magazines bore me. Just ordinary. This is even after a 3 month sabbatical. The clarity (thank you again, John) is just so bright now.

Why does glitz not excite me as much anymore? Maybe realizing I am now at a crossroads of personality, what with not fretting over a long curbside wait yesterday or riding in the backs of pickup trucks with 5-minute-ago strangers (cute ones, I may add. Which makes it ok, right?).

Perhaps it's just maturity, perhaps this is just a hallmark funk of island living. The latter would warrant a huge mental change.
Wait, no it wouldn't...if I come back to reality I realize it's just really late and I'm spiraling into equal parts drama and genius - a pair quite well-acquainted.

Post-Edit:
This was posted in one of those moments, perhaps fleeting. I still do love glitz and glam.