How do you take such a horrible dip in morale in just a few hours?
Not quite sure but I know it's possible. Yesterday at work was a long but good day. Spent around 3 hours in DI translating. Then we went to Olive Garden for Scott's birthday. I think we should get him some new pants for his birthday because we argue over him washing them. After that, I headed home and Scott and Sabs came by for a bit. Then I ended up on the phone for too long and talked about too much stuff with a friend I haven't seen in too long.
Everything in moderation, eh?
Seriously though, I feel like this car right about now...

At one point this car was worth something, but along the way, it fell into disrepair and now it's a total loss.
You think I'd get used to it. If only it weren't for MY COMPLEX. Shit, I blame myself, and you should thank me. Otherwise I might be standing in a different line come this Monday morning. Instead, because of my insecurities, I'm going to carry on like normal, only in a different setting. Damn, this shit never changes. I thought moving out would change more things that it has. But really only the environment changed and I still have all the same issues. Someone once told me that I always use the geographic solution for my problems; I try to leave them behind but they're inside of me so how could I ever outrun myself? Impossible. Lately it's been even worse.
"I don't want to be here right now. I want to be somewhere else. I need to leave. I need to get away." Sound familiar, Sabs?
There's so much that I want to tell so many people right now that it's not even funny. But even I'm not that rash, and I know that once the words are out, they can't be taken back. I can't hide in ignorance about it once I speak because my name's definitely not Leonard Shelby. Like Mr. Shelby though, I have still so much work ahead of me. I suppose if it all can't be done, there's no point in trying, but then I'd just be wasting away. Might as well try to get some of it taken care of. And a good starting point would be the church parking lot.
Adieu.

1 Comments:
Those pants have been with me through many a winding road. And for the record, I do wash them, they just don't stay washed.
As for your geographic answers Gabriel, you share the same coping skills as many a misguided person. The real changes need to come from within my friend.
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