Monday, February 21, 2005

optimistic

So much I'd like to say... and I even have some time to say it, as I don't have to go into work until late tomorrow morning.

I feel silly sometimes, coming here, always writing about how miserable I am... but I AM miserable...

And I hope the day comes when that's not the case. But I'm not holding my breath.

Which brings me to something I came across. This is from "Ask Marilyn" in yesterday's Parade Magazine:

Q: Which do you think would have a more positive effect on the world: a cure for cancer or for mental illness?

A: Readers may be taken aback to learn that the human suffering and cost of mental illness outweigh even the misery of cancer. According to the World Health Organization, mental and behavioral disorders are present in a varying 10% of the adult population at any point in time. Mental and neurological disorders account for 13% of total worldwide disability. In addition to the expense for health and social services, the loss to society -- including the impact on families, crime and unemployment -- is incalculable.

Despite this, I've tried to find a good charity for mental health research, and I really couldn't find any. There are a couple advocacy groups, but that's about it.

Anyway, the incident I wrote about in my last post hasn't really resolved itself. Or I should say it has resolved itself by not resolving itself. I won't go into the details. I fessed up to someone in the bureaucracy, and it stopped there. I didn't bother to follow it up.

Which brings me to...

I hate my job. HATE it. HATE IT. It is boring, yet extremely stressful and requires prolonged intense concentration and effort. The work environment is terrible. The management is demeaning. I'm not even very good at it, so I feel like shit for that all day too. I just can't handle it. And it goes on for 55 hours a week on a short week. Yet when I look at all the benefits and pay, there is nothing in this area that I could switch to that would get me even two thirds of what I have now. So on I go through the grind.

I was thinking earlier... if I quit in September and went back to school full time, I could graduate in May. I'd have the money to do it, too. If I knew it would get me something half decent, I'd do it. But there's no guarantee of that. And for various reasons, it's difficult to get rehired at the company I'm at, and it's the only one of its kind in the area I'm in. So if I did that, I'd kind of be stepping off into the abyss.

But is it really worse than where I'm at?

I'm not sure.

Deep down, I think I'm a crusader... someone who'd like to throw himself at a cause... but I don't have one. I think if I were religious, I'd like to be involved in clergy. A monk, maybe. But I don't believe in anything. I can't join the military; they don't take us manic-depressive types. I'm not bright enough to be a philosopher or theoretical physicist... and as painful as it is to say, I'm not sure I care enough to do charity work in a third world country. Or at least not enough to give up what comforts that I have.

So on I trod, taking the long, round-a-bout shuffle off this mortal coil.

Ah, shit.

Well, I see my shrink next week. Maybe she'll find the magic pill. Maybe I'll ask her about getting me into some form of talk-therapy. Maybe that will help me figure something out.

And I guess I'll keep praying, although it doesn't seem to have gotten me anywhere. Keeps me from going off the edge completely, maybe, but sometimes I think I'd rather just go.

OK, I'm not going to end on a dour note this time.

Tomorrow just might be a better day.

Monday, February 07, 2005

i did it again

I did it again.

I banged up the work truck.

I said nothing.

I think it's just a minor (maybe unnoticeable) dent, but I couldn't get a good look at it because it was dark.

If it were definitely noticeable, I would have said something. But I didn't say anything this time because I'm on thin ice as it is (for another incident, which I did report.)

I guess I'll see how it looks tomorrow. If it's obvious, I'll tell them what's up. If not, I guess I'll just let it be.

I want to do the right thing... maybe. But the voice in my head still says, "and possibly screw all you have away for... what?"

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

self portrait

In the back of my mind for hours I think of things to bitch about in this blog, but once I have a blank screen in front of me, my mind freezes up.

I've been in a little bit of strange place lately; but a familiar strange place. A little manic, maybe, a little sad, a little angry, a little restless.

Bored.

I'm bored with my job, bored with my friends, bored with this town, bored with being single...

... but I'm afraid to change any of it. What if I fail? What if I can't do anything else? What if I can't make other friends? What if I'm scared and friendless and cower alone in an apartment? What if no one I'll ever want will ever want me?

So I do nothing. I work grunt jobs. My best friends are the same ones I had 15 years ago with whom I don't have much in common anymore, with whom I can trust with, confide in, or enjoy with little. I haven't so much as held hands with a girl in over 5 years. And I do mean girl, I haven't dated a girl over 18.

So what do you have? A 26 year old who lives with his parents, works a dead-end job, is like an intimidated pubescent around women, and whose socializing amounts to giggling on the phone with with an old high school buddy who's smoking weed and making the same racial jokes that I no longer find funny.

Will someone be my friend? Will someone hold my hand? Will someone get me the hell out of here?