I didn't check how long it's been since I last posted a blog entry, but I know it has been weeks. Maybe months. I'm not concerned with how long it's been because I really don't care. Haha.
I was going to routinely post here about positive things in my life. Well, that made for very sparse material about which to write. Don't get me wrong; I have it made in some ways: I live alone, I have two hilarious cats, I love my rusty old minivan, etc. etc. But I can't keep repeating that same stuff ov
OK, I decided to once again try to start eating healthy and losing weight. The trick is to cut out carbs, especially donuts/cookies/pastries etc. A person can eat nuts, berries, meat and hard cheese though. But I'm a carb addict.
I'm in such horrible condition right now. I went on a several year bender and I think my heart muscle is shot. I also put on 30 lbs. That weight has to come off, and I need to take a load off of my poorly functioning heart.
I've hijacked this blog to become a
A post in the suicide forum gave me a flashback. I responded with the following in that forum but I also wanted to post it here in the blog. I trace some of my current "issues" back to this time in my life. Maybe I'll explore what it all means some more. Or maybe I won't. Probably wouldn't do me any good.
I had to change schools just before fourth grade. This would have been in 1968. The school I started attending was small, with a 4th grade class of 31 students. They had all been together
I remember listening to Paint it Black by the Rolling Stones when I was in college. I played it over and over again because it so completely described my outlook.
Kind of sad for a dumb ass 18-year-old kid to be thinking that way.
41 years later and I still feel the exact same way.
Honestly, there are many days where I wish they'd just plant me in a room somewhere and fill me up with sedatives. I could then just lay in bed and not give a sh!t about anything.
I kind of don't g
The first initial of my real name is R. It definitely stands for Regret. I have decades-worth of regret piled up inside my mind.
It's time for some more self-flagellation:
I can trace part of the "break up" with my girlfriend to one specific incident. I was with my daughter at a bookstore one morning and my cellphone rang. It was my girlfriend. I quick ran outside to talk with my GF. I don't like talking on my phone in public much anyway. Be that as it may, my GF asked where I was. I t
We've had some extremely cold weather for the past several days...low temps dipping down to -27F and highs only around -13F. Most of the city shut down yesterday and this morning. As I watched the weather forecasts leading up to the cold spell, I started feeling some dread and anxiety. I wanted to hole up in my apartment and not set foot outdoors. Then it hit me--what the hell am I thinking? I used to work outside all day in weather like this. I loved it. It was a source of pride to say, "yeah,
I haven't posted a blog entry in a long time. I'm too lazy to check how long it has been since the last one. Who cares?
My boss is irritating the hell out of me. I think he's being an anus. But whatever. He's the boss and I gotta do whatever he wants.
I had a dream the other night about buying an RV and beginning a new life. It was a cheap, shitty RV but it had enough room for me and my cats. Then I woke up and realized that even a cheap, shitty RV is beyond my grasp. The only way I'll
I did not write this--but I completely agree with it. Thanks to @gandolfication for bringing it to light!
A Word Before
The Ragamuffin Gospel was written with a specific reading audience in mind. This book is not for the super-spiritual.
It is not for muscular Christians who have made John Wayne, and not Jesus, their hero.
It is not for academics who would imprison Jesus in the ivory tower of exegesis.
It is not for noisy, feel-good folks who manipulate Christianit
Well truthfully, I never stop missing her. I'd love to know how many times/day thoughts of her enter my mind. They never stop. Something always comes along to remind me of her...mention of Los Angeles, a raven haired woman standing in line somewhere...all kinds of things. And then the memories come flooding back, followed quickly by massive regret.
As usual, I messed up badly and lost her. Same as it ever was.
Ruby from Supernatural reminds me so much of her. It's bittersweet to gaze u
I experienced a classic example of my pathetic nature recently. Last week, I came home to a note on my apartment's door from an internet company. They are installing fiber optic in all of the units in our complex. They wanted me to either 1. stay home and let the workers in, or 2. leave the door unlocked today (Thursday).
Well, number 2 was not an option because I have two cats. No way I want them getting out.
This instantly threw me into a panic. My place is a complete disaster area b
I got out into my natural element on Saturday. It was 28F/-2.5C and slightly breezy. I walked over to the big lake to watch Winter begin to take hold. Our weather has been warmer than normal for several weeks so the ice isn't forming as quickly as it usually does...nor do we have any snow.
I'm happier being out in these conditions than I would be at 80F and sunny.
I've likened my life to the bowling ball that goes off trajectory and falls into the gutter and rolls towards the back wall. The direction of travel is out of my control; I'm forced to roll only within the narrow confines of the gutter. No hope of forcing myself up and out of it; I just keep rolling. I also have no control over my destination. I'm bound for that back wall next to the pins. The question is, when will the WHAM! of collision happen? I have no control over my trajectory or speed. no
I'm bottoming out today. That's a term we used to use when a car would hit the stops in the suspension after going over a big hump with a full load on board.
The universe is definitely trying to punish me for something today. Probably just for existing.
I'm in a coffee shop and they are playing old tunes from Simon and Garfunkel, as well as the Beatles. It's driving me nuts. Memories of 1969 are flooding back to me and they SUCK. I honestly hate this music. Jenifer Rigby can go to hell
Sunday evening is the worst time for me. I start worrying about Monday morning at work more and more with each passing moment. I used to drink heavily on Sunday evenings, which made Monday mornings even worse. At least I don't have to experience that anymore. But the dread of the coming work day fills my mind and wrecks the waning Sunday. It's now dark outside and that is reflected inside me as well.
Work makes me feel wholly inadequate. I try to act like I'm in control but just under my th
A few months ago, I posted something about wanting to keep a gratefulness journal here. Well, I certainly failed at that.
I just got through an extreme eye-opening experience. It reinforced my perception of myself as a failure. But! I learned something from it. Now if only I can follow through and correct what has been wrong with me.
Yeah, that old tune by "Them" keeps running through my head. The night never leaves for very long. And it comes rushing back with a vengeance. I spent last night reminiscing about what a piece of excrement I was in order to lose my girlfriend. I looked at some more old posts of hers here and my support is noticeably absent...that's because I was too goddamned stupid and/or full of myself to respond. As a result I got ditched. I obviously deserved it. I was so in love with her. Actually, I still
I frequently ask myself why I even bother to try. No matter what decision I make, it will be wrong. Almost 60 years of evidence points to that inescapable conclusion. I phukk up, repeatedly and endlessly. I had two decisions boomerang on me at work this morning. One right after the other. Both are serious and both place me in trouble.
I took this position 8 years ago based on the experience of the person who was in it before me. It was a piece of cake for her. She rarely had to make decisio
Yesterday was really...something. I had to traipse all over town looking for prescription cat food for my two felines, both of whom have urinary tract issues. My daughter was along for the ride too. At one point, we were negotiating a traffic circle when I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye...it was some guy on a motorcycle doing 30+ MPH as he rounded the curve. I nailed the accelerator to get out of his way. Scared the hell out of me. Once on the straightaway, he caught up to me and s
Back when I was in second grade (shortly after the invention of the wheel), I developed a crush on this gorgeous girl. I wanted to sit by her at lunch, play with her at recess, and just generally hang out with her. I don't know if kids that age are supposed to have crushes but I certainly did.
53 years later and I can still clearly remember her name and what she looked like. Unfortunately, "they" split us up in 3rd grade...she went off to a different school.
This is but one more reason
Gah! I just accidentally deleted a long post here. Damn! So here goes again...
Did you know I met my long lost girlfriend here on DF? It's true! She was a member for years.
God help me, I can't get past her, even though it has been a year and a half since I last heard from her.
The relationship started by one of us responding to a post the other had made. I think she talked me out of suicide...or I talked her down; I can't remember exactly. At some point we began corresponding via
My life is on endless repeat. The same sh!t keeps happening over and over again. Oh sure, it could be much worse...and it probably will be, sooner rather than later.
I wish I could make the change I want to make. But the consequences would be horrendous. See, there I go again--repeating what I've already said thousands of times before. Repeat...repeat...
My usual Sunday afternoon dread has arrived. I'm almost shaking with anxiety about what tomorrow morning will bring at the office. I
I had a bit of a breakdown at work today. I flashed onto the name of a daycare center near here. It's called "In My Garden". That sent me down into a spiral of despair and regret. When my daughter was little, probably 18 years ago, we made her a reading nook in the back yard. It was nestled in between some tall shrubbery, more or less hidden from view. We created a fairy ring/garden in the middle of it. She loved to sit in there, enjoying the refuge from "the real world". I loved to see her in t
I think the biggest "trigger" in my life is my boss. I need to figure out exactly what it is about him that makes me loathe him so badly. It's gotten to the point where if I hear him talking down the hall, or even if he coughs, my guts clench and I feel like jumping out the window to hurtle towards the ground below. I dread seeing him. He has this thing where he simply barges into my office with his notebook and closes the door. It makes me physically sick when he does this. He starts ticking of
Such utter simplicity--just be happy. Right? Ya, sure. The kicker is, I can almost imagine it for myself. ALMOST. Whenever I've put a lot of effort into "feeling happy", something has come along to make me spiral down and crash into the ground. Hard. OK, everybody has setbacks. I understand that. Maybe it's pure self-absorption that makes me think my own problems are worse than most people's. Could be. The question is, how do I change my outlook?
Volunteer more. Of course. I do need to stop
Our area got 13+ inches of rain earlier in the week. Flooding is widespread. My car's alternator got fried as a result. No big deal, beyond having to cough up $600. But at least my apartment hasn't flooded-yet. Anyway, we now have flooded areas all over the region and it's going to get really hot and humid again. It's my worst nightmare, flooding and nasty hot at the same time. I feel like I live in the tropics, which is the last place on Earth I'd want to be.
National Weather Service is