Well…the week started out horribly, but I guess that’s just life. Sometimes bad things happen to good people. I can’t change what is any faster than I’m doing it. I have to accept who I am, and what I can do before anyone else accepts me I guess. So, perhaps this is just a way for me to come to realize that I’ve a ways to go yet, and that’s okay. I hope that they find who they’re looking for and I hope that person is able to fulfill their needs.
The rest of the week has been okay I suppose…I’ve spent it like every other week: Head down and moving forward. Took a test in my TCP/IP class and made a 96 on it…Didn’t honestly think I was going to do that well, but I’ve got an excellent teacher, even though the subject matter in that particular chapter was dry and boring as all hell. I mean, really, who loves to read about packet structures and the differing fields in the seperate protocol’s packets?
I mean, seriously, come on, I know I’m a geek…but I\’m not /that/ much of a geek. Okay, so maybe I am, but even that wore a bit thin after the second day. I have to take two tests next week, one in each of my independant study classes and I’m not /too/ worried about them.
So, on the whole, school is going well…work is work, how interesting can it really be to talk about Data Entry? I sit and type all night. Not the most personally rewarding of all the jobs in the world, but it pays well and it helps me focus and pay attention to details.
I realized earlier today that when I started school, my social life stopped. I’ve pretty much pushed out any time for myself that I used to have or used to make for myself…now it’s a constant rush from one thing to another…and I’ve made myself a promise that when school is done, I’m going to get a social life once more, even if it’s just me going out and watching a movie by myself or doing something that\’s jut for fun, and not to be learning something, or be working for someone. That whole concept feels so alien to me right now, even as I write about it…to just do something for fun, something that doesn’t /have/ to be done because it’ll lead to a job, or a raise, or a grade, or a promotion, or whatever, and not because anyone else wants or needs me to do something for them. I don’t mind helping people out, not at all. in fact, I think that’s part of my problem – I give and give and give until there’s nothing left of myself, just an empty clay vessel that once held life and desires. And I never even realized that there was something wrong with that until a good friend pointed out that I never did anything just for myself. I can’t help but feel selfish when I think about doing something just for me…feel like I’m cheating someone else out of something, or wasting time that could be better spent doing something that needs to be done. But you know what? I realized that that’s foolish, that fun is a necessary part of life, that you can’t have good mental health without it. This quarter has been the least fun that I’ve had so far, and has felt the most like I’ve just been slogging through with no apparent end in sight. So, without some kind of fun, it has felt like I’ve been slowly losing my mind.
My time is precious to me, I have always felt this way, and my wife and I have an understanding….there are times when I just need some ’me’ time, and she has been so good about that over the last eight years. When we first married, she didn’t understand it, and couldn’t grok why I was so moody and uncommunicative at times. I guess that I’m weird, but there are times when I just have to completely unplug from everything, from everyone, even from myself to an extent…stop being the mask that I put on for the public and just go back to being me, that hidden part of me that is within that ocassionally comes out and demands his own time. I think she realizes how important it is to me to be able to just shut the door and shut everything and everyone out for a while…and I haven’t done that in a while. Oh sure, I go into my office and shut the door, but I\’m still not disconnected from the world…I\’m still doing things for people, working at something, or studying. The things I do grind away at the me that I am, and I can’t stand it anymore.
And for bru, no, I’m not dropping out of school, so don’t call mom and dad and tell them that I’ve lost my mind. I’m just coming to a realization: To continue on from this point, I need to be able to do something just for me, whether people think that it’s selfish or not, I need it for my mental stability and well being. Or else I’m going to end up taking a sword into a convenience store and practicing my kata on some hapless rednecks. Which might not be such a bad idea….*smirks*
And now, for the sappy part of our programe…compliments that I want to remember:
Debarry – You once told me that I was smart enough to be a genticist. I have never forgotten this and coming from you, that is one of the best things I’ve ever had anyone say to me.
My Sweet Bug – You told me once that CSI\’s Gil Grissom reminded you strongly of me, that we had the same kind of inquisitive nature and calculating intellect….this has stuck with me for a long time, because, well, I fucking /love/ that show and he’s my favourite character..very much a modern day Sherlock Holmes and that’s another character that I love. This makes me smile every time I think about it and it makes me feel wonderful.
To two of the ladies I work with – Yeah, I heard you that night when I came back in to get my sunglasses that I’d forgotten on my desk. When I heard you talking about me and how I read every night and then the other one said ’Yeah, he’s /so/ smart’, I was flummoxed. It’s hard for me to accept the good opinions of other people, especially when you realize that they are true opinions and not just a nice facade put on for your benefit. I know that neither of you read this blog and will probably never find it, but I wanted to put this memory down on paper because every now and then, I think about it and it just floors me completely that someone would think I’m smart, someone that doesn’t really know me much outside of work.
To the kid that I helped fix his mushcode and gave advice to on running a mush: You told me I was an ’internet Elvis’, the ’Kurt Russell of the Mush world’. I don’t know how true that is, and I don’t know if anyone else shares that belief, but my first thought was ’Who?? Me?!?’ to this day, that still makes me chuckle, and if it isn’t true, I wish it were…hell, it oughta be, because that’s just funny. Besides, I like Kurt Russell anyways. Big Trouble in Little China and Soldier. Both excellent films.
So…yeah, I’ve talked your ears off tonight, and most of it was just me downloading directly to the page. I hope you skipped the boring parts and that you enjoyed the rest…and if you didn’t, I hope you didn’t waste much time reading it then. And now, I’m going to stop writing and hope that someone will leave a comment or two
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