Where I'm at

I'm sleeping on a friend's sofa, again.  I'm 31 and I'm sleeping on a friend's sofa.  Part of me is OK with that, it's a sign that in my early 30's I've not yet sold my soul to the corporate machine.  I hope I never do, still.  What's that old saying?  If you haven't rebelled by the time you're 20 you got no soul, and if you haven't conformed by 30 you got no brain..  I can't agree with that.  Ok, I'm no rebel these days, but I haven't conformed either.  So where does that put me?  Day by day I simply try to forge my path through my life.  In fact, I don't even do that - I just live it as it comes most of the time.  Whatever takes me from waking up to laying down to sleep.  A 'bad attitude' in the 'modern world', but I just can't subscribe to anything else.