The Crash.

So, things are at least fairly consistently going now, I'm not going to say very well, but I can't say that things are horrible... so we'll say mediocre, I like that word anyways... its always brought up such interesting imagery.

So I have had an interesting last few days, and they have posed a lot of questions. So I'll pose some questions at my probably single reader... (there may be as many as 3.... which is fine!).

My question to all:

If in theory, a car was going to crash, this point you could not stop, and lets say no matter what, you are still going to get injured (we won't say dead, that's a little too morbid).

If you were standing on the side lines, and had 2 choices (and only 2), would you choose to either:

A) Stand on the sidelines watching

OR

B) Get into the car to try to steer it as best you could... remember the above

This is my question. I am currently sitting at a point, with good arguments for either side (if this person was me). The crappy part is that basically nothing you do, necessarily changes the outcome of how bad the injuries are, you are still going to get hurt, but would you rather basically feel like you are in control, or stand aside and let things happen... but the fact that you are making a decision on the previous states that in some way, you are still in control.....

And no matter what, you're still going to get hurt.

This question I thought up could be a metaphor for a lot of things, infact, the more I think about it, the more applicable it becomes. So, in my particular situation, its about money... nothing else, at least at this point.

It just makes me wonder, I honestly just made this question up while I was riding home, how many people have thought of things just like this?

Anyway, feel free to comment... I'll try to check back soon.

Random thought: This post should mess with the google adwords a bit!

And on, and on and on....

So to no apparent surprise, I'm depressed again... I'm starting to notice a serious pattern here I think I just get depressed around my birthday... or I do stupid shit around my birthday to make me depressed.... some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy. I hate that crap. ANYWAY...

So a little update on things, my life hasn't really gotten any more complicated, Ive just gotten older and far more tired of stupid fucking jobs that I basically waste my life at, and feel almost no satisfaction from. I want to start a business but I'm at a point where I'm kinda scared, partially because of the economy, and where I want to put it may not work out too well... and I don't want to fail at something else. The other major reason I'm scared is because I look at the numbers, do the math and sit there and say, I really can't afford for it to fail, but almost NO ONE will even begin to give some jackass like me a loan, especially without a business degree.

I dunno... I'm just depressed about a lot of shit lately.

I'm really scared that my current relationship is going to fall apart.... without much rhyme or reason behind my statement. I work nights, and she works days, we barely see each other at this point, and our days off are TOTALLY different, we used to at least share a day off together. I hate that feeling where I can feel things breaking down, but I can't put my finger on why... so then my brain just makes shit up... then blows it out of proportion. This is one of those times right now where I can say I really care about someone and don't want to hurt them, but at the same point, I could really understand if they don't want to be with me.

I want to fucking be happy, or at least have more moments in my life where I am not worrying about stupid crap that probably isn't even there.

I want some financial stability, I don't care about being wealthy, I just want to pay my fucking bills on time, and in full.... I'm better off than I was about a year ago... but not much better. I feel like I'm running in place, and only loosing momentum. I had a good thing going for me in my previous position. I was a Tier 3 (basically) technical support rep, that got promoted to a supervisory position, I wasn't making serious bank, but I was making more than a fair amount of my friends (not that it matters, just a basis of comparison), and I was, more importantly, starting to make some headway on my bills. Then my program closed, and they wanted me over in another program, but I basically took a pay cut and a demotion... back to the phones.

I'm tired of this goddamn grind, I don't even care about being my own boss, I just want to work someplace, doing something that I can find rewarding, and I would like to be at least properly compensated. Shit, its like I'm asking for the moon here.

I feel like severing all my ties, bringing only the things and people that are VERY close to me, and living off the land in the mountains somewhere... this is how frustrating it is for me. But the fucked up part is, I can't even do that, because of how much I owe in student loans... they'll come and find me.

I dunno I think I'm gonna go kill pixels for bit, more writing later.

I got my answer

Well, it looks like I got my answer to the question I asked.... it was not the one I wanted... but I guess in some ways the one I needed.

Someone really cool once said to me:
"Don't forget, it always gets darkest right before it gets pitch black"

He was right.... I think its pitch black now..... now what?

Update: The Move and Decision

For the past 2 months I have been looking for a place to stay, and I found a few nice ones, but nothing really stood out. About 3-4 weeks ago I found a nifty little place, and put in the application… I didn’t hear anything back for a while, until about 2 weeks ago. The landlord said I got approved, and needed more info. So I sent the info requested, and heard nothing for about another week. I then heard that everything went through okay, and now on to the more complicated part… getting the security deposit and rent, and squaring my other bills away so I don’t have to worry about super amounts of debt within a week or so of me moving in… moving sucks enough as is… and I didn’t need any more worries to go along with it. So after having a few very heartfelt conversations with various members of my family… I managed to get everything squared away.

I now am the proud renter of a new place! YAY!

So yeah, I’m now on my way to moving to a new place… moving is really stressful as it is, but all things considered, I’m more stressed than normal. There is a decision pending; one that is not mine to make, but one that affects the outcome of a few decisions that are mine to make…. Luckily the other decisions aren’t too important, but being on the fence about the big decision is making things very difficult to deal with for me.
Up until most recently I was fairly sure about the outcome. Now, I don’t know anymore, and not knowing hurts me the most. The unknown seems to be a problem that everyone has… sometimes it’s just something that you deal with simply… other times it eats away at you until you do know… and then there are the few times that the questions go unanswered… this is why we don’t know whats out there in the universe for us… we’re trying to find the answer, and for some people it deeply disturbs them to not know the answer, but this for me, is much more down to earth… lucky for me, I may not have to wait too long for it, that’s all I can hope for.

I realize very well that this is vague… this is really only for me to look at and know, maybe the person that has to make the decision… but I doubt it. For everyone that reads this… well at least you know to some level what I am going through.
Either way the decision goes, I’ll be happy (kinda) I’d feel better if the decision went my way, but at least I’ll be able to move on if it doesn’t.

Now all I have to do… is ask the question so the decision maker can do their thing, and make the decision...

Sorry, this gets a little dark...

I have been doing a lot of introspective thinking lately. I’ve been trying to figure out a lot of things about myself. I have a lot of bad habits, none of them too big by themselves, but they add up pretty quickly. I guess we all have bad habits of some sort… we just don’t always notice them.

My biggest problem, that most of my bad habits come from, is my lack of self-confidence. I can see it in almost everything I do, every day. There are very few things that it doesn’t affect, my technical capabilities is one of them. I have to be good at what I do or I would not have come this far, and I am not afraid to admit my own weaknesses in the field, because the best thing that can come from admitting them, is learning, and then gaining a strength.

I need to figure out a way to do this in the other aspects of my life; my relationships with people, friends, family and lovers. I guess I just don’t know where to begin. Right now, I’m pretty angry, at a few people, but the worst anger right now I saved for myself. I’m angry because I didn’t really stand up in a situation where I probably should have. I don’t really want to go into specifics because I try to make it a point to not go to bed angry. The majority of the issue right now can be traced back to the fact that I don’t have very much self confidence and I feel like I have been stripped of who I am.

I have said this to a few people, and now I will put it out there on the web: I feel impotent.

I feel like I have no balls, no manhood, nothing.

Part of the reason for that is simple. I have no method of transportation other than Centro bus, and my own 2 feet… and the occasional friend who drops me off from work, and whom I go out with. But I have to ask for favors constantly… and yeah, I’m proud enough where that hurts… a lot.

The other reasons why I feel so impotent, is that I feel like I am not in control of anything anymore. A few years ago, I could go where I wanted, do what I wanted, and I really didn’t have too many people to answer to. NOW, I can’t do anything… because I can’t really go out, I can barely survive with all the bills I have, how I manage that still amazes even me, and all I can think of is getting out of my living situation.

I’d love to hit the lotto, keep my job, go back to school, and just be fucking happy, or at least happier… money can’t buy happiness, I know… but goddamnit it can make it a lot fucking easier to get there. Maybe I can get some professional help again… I really did like that, and maybe some meds if necessary… everyone seems to dream big when they hit the lotto… I don’t. I just dream of having no bills, living in a nice little house, having some companionship, and going to work during the week… but not having to worry about bills. That’s it. No “life stressors” none… the only stress I would have would be basically self-induced or something that I caused or someone else caused that directly affects me….

That would make me happy… but ya know what, I’ve learned to see the reality, and as sad as it sounds, I know if I hit the lottery for some stupid amount of money, that like the day I got the money (yeah I’d take it out all at once), I would get hit by a car and killed… because that seems to be my life… or better yet, the person I love gets run over by a bus or something stupid and horribly depressing to even imagine…. Because that’s what it seems like lately

Wow, that took a turn for the dark… sorry… I guess that’s what I get for writing when I am angry, depressed, lonely, and bored…

Anyway, back to my lack of self confidence… yeah, don’t really know where to start. I think I need to find an area in my life that I can just start standing up more. Problem. I know there is probably one or more people I will hurt by doing this, and I’m too fucking nice to do it…

Any help would be appreciated, but not expected because I am keeping things far too vauge.

Thanks for listening to me whine…

I think I need a fucking hug right now… not a beer (as much as I love beer).

Matt-

I wonder....

The way things have been going lately, I wonder sometimes....what the fuck am I doing with my life...

okay, here's the low down... once again, this is mainly just for me to rant.

I recently (January-ish) broke up with Raven, some say it was a long time coming, but whatever, I made a mistake, and I hid my own feelings from myself, and kept pushing them deeper and deeper until i thought they went away... no they were still there but they were just waiting for the worst possible time to come out.

This was probably the biggest mistake I have made. I normally pride myself on how honest I am, sometimes even if it hurts. But I'm human and I can fuck up too.

I am not really going to talk about why it was one of the worst times possible, not everyone in the world needs to know this stuff.... but I will say that to this day Raven does not want to believe the reason above. I hid my feelings, and my feeling of being trapped in a relationship, that I wasn't really sure about, from the moment she moved in with me. I tried to block it out of my head, and just suck it up... it did work, for almost 2 years. When she first came up to Syracuse to live with me and Eric, things were a little weird, she was pretty awkward, didn't have any friends, so I introduced her to all of my long time friends. Everyone was nice, but not everyone got along with her. This is normal, not only do I have a strange collection of friends, who don't always get along with people, but Raven is a strange chick, not everyone is going to get along, but we can all play nice. We are all adults (for the most part).

So for the first few months she didn't really have a job (mostly temping)... okay, shit happens... so I did the thing I do so well... I supported her, on my crappy income, yeah it sucked, but whatever, I care. She eventually got out of the temp stuff... which was good, cuz that stuff is never steady enough, and got into being a waitress. Now, one of my good friends was waiting tables with her @ IHOP (my main hangout) and things from time to time were pretty stressful, and there was always Drama (there always is... this is how it goes there). My friend eventually left IHOP, she was moving away to another area of the state, so Raven leaves. There's more to it, but basically Raven was worried about the other waitresses there having some sort of grudge against her and ousting her or having her fired.... semi-rational thought... they can be mean, I don't think it would have gone that far, but I have been wrong before. So she goes to another place we like to go... a little diner, mom and pop kinda place. Because she really still likes waiting tables, which is great. that works OK for a couple months, there is a little drama, but not much it was physically hard on her and a bit of a mental drain. Eventually she gets fired... don't remember the circumstances, I remember it was kind of a raw deal though.... keep in mind I'm in school, working at RadioShack, and doing construction/landscaping on the side.... I'm busy....

So on to the last job she has before this most. I am not going to mention the name, because the place doesn't even deserve that. She started off at this company as a phone sales person... then moved to a glorified secretary (not my words), then a little bit of everything.... they for the most part, are one of the worst companies to work for in the Syracuse area (not like I knew before hand), they do tech support, and they have one of the worst reputations. They treat their people like crap..... and the shittiest thing is, she couldn't find something that paid better... put up with all the crap that this company gave her.... and finally does find something and boom.... a bunch of crap from me gets dumped on her.... (at least that's how I picture she pictures it)

This is important that I mention, because throughout most of this time, it was me and her that were supporting all 3 people that were living in my place... Eric's money, at least a not-so-fair chunk, gets taken away by child support and alimony... long story short... he pays way too much and can’t get the amount adjusted because he can't seem to save his money to have a lawyer look at it. So through all of this crap that she is going through, I have my own battles, keep the bills paid and the people happy with what little money that Raven and I can come up with just so we can have a roof, and power, and maybe some outside communication devices. Fun.

SO, throughout most of this I am stuck.... I can't leave her because I'm not happy, not only would I not be able to support myself, but she would be up shit creek... where the fuck is she gonna go? Nowhere that I can see other than the street, or maybe find some friends..... that aren't mine...... to move in with. yeah... not so much. At least this is my thought process. She didn't really mention too many people from work that would even think about that shit... so yeah, that's basically what I was thinking. This is why I feel trapped for almost 2 years... I cannot seem to drive this point home enough. Between me working 2 jobs barely able to make my own bills and portion of the rent, and her working whatever job she was in at the time, we were able to scrape by every month... which puts a lot of external stress on the relationship.

The other big stressor of the relationship was the little things... they all add up to big things... minor annoyances, and character flaws (I know, I have a lot too!). These normally aren't that bad because people tell me if I'm being a douche or whatever (at least some times). It seemed like whenever I would say something (as often as I could... in private), it would be honored for about a week or so, then the behavior would slowly make its way back into everyday life again... until I said something again, rinse and repeat.

The next part that I am going to talk about, isn't meant to bash or hurt... it’s just how I see it, and well, this is my blog, and everything is from my fucking perspective anyway... so yeah:

Now, I want to say something here, I'm not talking about shit like, "wow you chew really loud" (which does bother me from time to time). I'm talking about things like "do you know you try to constantly upstage people, even in just a simple conversation?" I actually developed a name for this... and because I'm a geek an acronym to match, "Great Uncle Copernicus" syndrome... it goes like this: whenever you have been involved in something cool, She would come up with something even cooler or say "I have a friend *insert name here* who does that too... only he does it this way".... or "My *insert relative here* used to do that too!". GUC syndrome, constant upstaging. This not only annoyed me, but it annoyed EVERY one of my friends, whom a fair amount were also her friends. This stopped COUNTLESS conversations in their tracks, and completely derailed a-many-a train of thought. Sometimes it’s fun to do, but every time there is a good conversation, it’s not so fun. This by far if there are any character flaws is the one that bothered me the most. And she knew it, and hopefully still knows it, not for my benefit, but for her own.

Now, just to say this, she is not the only person I know that has GUC syndrome... I have a few other friends that do this... but generally not to the extreme that she does.

Back to the updating- type-thing:

At the time of this writing, we actually both work at the same place, close to the same hours. This makes things interesting, I don't really have a problem with separation between work life and home life, but I know that is hard to do for a lot of people to do. Personally I have no issue separating these things because I had to do it for so long with Eric. If I couldn't do that with him, someone probably would have ended up bloody or hurt in some other way.

Thankfully we don't have to see each other every day; we do have different days off (at least right now) which is helpful. But it’s pretty crappy to discuss personal, relationship-type shit at work, whether it involves me, or it’s just to talk to me about it. I don't like mixing work and home life... and I don't like being talked about, on a personal level with anyone else in that establishment, especially while IN the establishment. That bothers me, and I don't care what the reason is... it shouldn't happen, there is ABSOLUTELY NO reason for it.

Sorry, got a little upset there. The reason for that is simple. When I was in a different department than Raven, after 8 days of training, I got my cube. Once the next bunch of people came in (Raven got pulled from a different dept.) they got their own cubes, Raven's cube was right across the row (a whopping 5 feet) from mine. No big deal, the moment she figured out where she was sitting, she had it moved, to the other side. Okay, no problem, I still wanted to be friends and she knew that. NOW, today (Thursday/Friday.... it takes me a while to write this stuff) she had it moved to the other side of the office (I don't have to go over there for much).

As a side note, for the past week, we have been going back and forth a bit. Little snide comments here and there, maybe a little scorn... nothing big, until Monday or Tuesday (my days blend together, somewhere around the 15th). When you start an argument with me, there are a few things you want to understand.

I don't like raising my voice, it’s not necessary
I don't like arguing in public, it’s embarrassing
I don't like repeating myself, it’s annoying
and I cannot FUCKING stand it, when people do not listen to me.

Aside from the first... she made me break every rule. The only reason the first one didn't break is because I like my job.

Matty got mean, because why? Because she made my break my own rules. Did I call names, kind of; I stated how she was acting very bluntly, maybe a little too bluntly, but she wasn’t listening and I got frustrated, so I got mean and very short with her. Do I regret anything I said? No, absolutely not. Do I think I was being a little harsh? Not really, maybe for some, but I really think it needed to be said, just the way it was said.

I don’t mean to sound vague, but I don’t need details out in the open, the people that need to know, do.

ANYWAY… So I go in today (Thursday the 18^th) it’s the start of my day, it ends on Friday at 02:30), I get Kudos at work (which is always cool), but from the higher-ups, the really higher-ups! YAY! When I go in, I have to go past Raven’s cube, sometimes I say hi, sometimes I don’t, she appeared to be on the phone when I walked by, and had someone over at her desk… not my place to bother her/them, they could be in the middle of a troubleshooting session. So I just go to my desk, and hang out for a few minutes before logging into my computer and the phone system. I have a small headache, so I just keep my little light off, and zone out for a minute or 2. My boss comes over and tells me that the higher-ups were there the day I had off, and recognized my performance as a great peer to my peers because of the tech support I provide to them. That starts the day out nicely. I then get onto a call that by the time I’m done, the lady wants to talk to my boss and tell them how awesome I am… keeps on rolling my day up… but what I am noticing while I am on the phone with this really nice lady, is that Raven is having this discussion with a couple of the bosses, not just one. And this is basically when she moves her desk over to the other side of the room office.

At this point I wonder… what was said, hopefully nothing personal, because not only does that REALLY piss me off, but that is one of the most unnecessary things I have ever heard of. NOW, I know something was said because there are a few more people that know that Raven and I were a couple at one point. The REAL question here is: Why the fuck is it necessary to move her cube to the other end of the office? What the hell did she have to say to them to just up and move her shit?

Okay, so that’s the not-so-briefing, on to the title of this entry… I wonder… What the fuck am I doing with my life!?!

So there have been a lot of changes in the past few months. After I left Raven, for a little bit got interesting… as in difficult, but I made it work. I will say this, there is someone else in my life now, and that is part of the reason why Raven thinks that I am lying about why I broke up with her. That’s frankly not the case, as I BEAT like a dead horse above. It’s just a part of the whole, WORST TIMING EVER, but it happened that way, and well, I can’t change it now, nor would I want to. I think it happened for a reason, much like everything else in my life.

I have to do a lot of soul searching, and I have been, but I still have far to go. Over the past probably 6-8 years I have been repressing a lot of myself, holding back on a lot of things that I am saying and doing. Some of this is normal, some of it is not. Almost no one knows me for who I am anymore and honestly, there was a lot of shit that even Carla never saw, let alone Laura then Raven. About September of last year is when I really started seeing a lot of horrible habits that I have. Some of these things I would have seen eventually, but it may have been far too late to correct them. And others, I may not have seen at all.

This is when I really started to get depressed, and detached, no one saw it. I hide things pretty well, I learned how to as a kid, hide my emotions, so I don’t upset people.

No one wants to see you cry, and no one cares if you’re sad except Mom. And making Mom sad isn’t good, and if she sees you sad, that will make her sad... These are my thoughts as a child. Now some of you may understand me a little better.

Around the time when I figured out how to hide my emotions, I also figured out how to lie… really well. Apparently I am a natural liar. Lying became a habit. Why? Because I could make up my own little world, and make everything happy, just the way I wanted it.

It took until I was about 16-17 years old to break that habit. To this day I very rarely lie. Now, I may conceal things, which is a type of lying, but I NEVER falsify anything anymore unless I am protecting life or limb of someone else. Even if I were to conceal something, I would only do so until asked about it, simple, I know that sounds guilty, but the fact is, most of the time, I won’t even do that.

Example (let’s start beating the dead horse again!):

The most recent happening of anything close to that, involves the new person in my life, and Raven “not knowing” about all the details. The reason was simple why I didn’t tell her, if I don’t want information out in the open, I won’t talk about it. If I don’t talk about something doesn’t mean I’m concealing it, it just means that I’m not talking about it. I don’t need my personal business out for everyone that I have ever known and cared about to see in the light of day, I may actually want privacy… OH NO! NOT THAT!

Now, was it just privacy I wanted? No. I would prefer not to mentally bash someone completely and look like I’m a fucking 12 year old taking out revenge, and it’s just overall douchbaggery.

Goddamnit, sorry, keep getting off topic… back to me being repressed…

Anyway, so while I am trying to figure shit out in my head, I go back to RadioShack for work over the holidays. Meet a really cool person there who I can just kind of talk to about hypothetical shit. (as in not letting on to what kind of shit that is actually going through my mind about my own life, while actually doing it)

This is good, it’s kind of like therapy, kind of one sided, but I figure a few things out, just by talking to this person, or maybe just talking in general. During one of these sessions, I figure out something, I have been repressing my feeling of being trapped for almost as long as I have been in the relationship. I also start remembering what I used to be like and feel like a lot of the time… and I then realize I haven’t really been myself in a very long time.

After that, nothing was the same. I started looking at a lot of parts of my life. I started re-evaluating things, everything. My living situation, my work situation, what I want to do with my life, who my friends are and who I was with. This was probably one of the most difficult times. I didn’t like what I had been living in/with, I still kinda don’t… but I’m working on it. I didn’t like the LACK of money I was making… so I got different job, yeah, it’s nothing special, but I can have some fun, and feel good at the end of most days. As far as what I want to do with my life… I have goals, I’m not too close to them, but I am one step closer. As far as who my friends are, I have a lot of friends, and there are a few that I don’t really care what they think or do anymore, they were never too close to begin with. And well, who I was with…. Yeah, pretty much what the bulk of this blog entry is about… that had to change…. (commence re-beating of the dead horse!) I wasn’t happy, I was never really happy since she came up here. I lied about my feelings to try to get through. I was put into a situation where I couldn’t leave due to financial issues on her part and on mine. I feel like the relationship was built on almost nothing… we HAD a lot in common. But I go long times without playing games or going out… I’ve been in that kind of mode now for a while; I don’t feel like associating with people, I don’t really feel like going out with my friends… I just want to get my car back on the road (I’ll go into details on that in a later entry) and drop off the face of the planet for a while… that’s it. It’s just that simple. Oh, and maybe get more caught up with my bills.

Now I am seeing someone else, this is part of the reason why the whole break up thing came at a bad time. This person is living with me right now; this is purely out of necessity, the fact that I am a nice guy, and the fact that I am co-dependent on people. Her name is Nichole. She is the same person I was talking to when I went back to RadioShack about what was going on in my head. She knows the whole story (or at least everything that came out of my side, she knows a little on Raven’s too). Now, frankly what I do with my life is my own. I really do care for Nichole, I don’t care what people think of me for saying that, and I say people because I mean EVERYONE. I do wish that right now we could find a place where she could stay and be able to have her little kiddo over (she has a child… to be clear), and have all of the amenities that one would need. Right now that is not possible, she needs to save a bunch and have a few other things squared away first. I want her to be comfortable. But I also want her to have a place where she can call her own again; I know what that feels like not to.

As far as things go, that’s pretty much the not-so-brief summary. There are a lot of other things going on at the moment, but this one seems to be occupying most of my time. I try pretty hard to keep things emotionally subdued in my blogs, people don’t need to see whiney bitchy stuff, not like I do that anyway, but I need to vent in writing sometimes. This entry did take me almost a week to write… as some of the dates suggest. Everything is said for a good reason. I don’t care who reads this, in fact I would like everyone I know to read this so that way they know my reasons and story for doing what I have been doing lately, which is pretty much not talking to anyone, working my ass off, and sleeping, and spending the fleeting moments in between all of those with Nichole, one of 2 Chris’s and Tom.

At any rate, I hope this explains a few things, and if not… oh well, I tried. See ya soon.

Matt-

Still here... alive and kickin....

So, I was supposed to be in NYC today... but Gary (the person whom is picking Eric and I up) had an issue with his employer, and couldn't get the time off.... so we now wait till Saturday.... at least all my shit is packed and ready to go.... has been since Tuesday/Wednesday, now will be till Saturday....

I was really hoping things would start working better for Gary. He's had a lot of shit to go through as of late, His mom went into the hospital in like February/March, his brother boned him on something related to a house, his dad got diagnosed with some weird blood disease... but Gary is a lot like I am, just take what you can take, and do stuff as best you can, and it will work out in the end because that's what you told it to do.

I think Eric blames me for freakin out a few times... like how G went missing for a few months... (he was in the hospital). And how we hadn't heard from him in a while.... his dad got diagnosed with the whole blood thing ( it was like a month ago)

I worry about shit.... sorry, Its my fuckin job lately. I left Radioshack to go to NYC. I have no income right now, and my hands are tied. I would like to be in some form of communication with people so I know what the fuck is going on.... WHY DO PEOPLE HAVE A PROBLEM ACCEPTING THIS? Why do I get the "stop freakin out" look? I swear, the man is lucky i don't snap while he sleeps.... or G may only be picking one person up.

let me throw somethin out at ya:

When someone you need to be able to contact, is unreachable, and doesn't respond to any form of communication, what do you do? worry.... then what? freak out a bit...then what? freak out more.... and that's about as far as it goes.

Yes I was worried about G and I was also kinda pissed because he didn't call or anything for at least a couple weeks. NOW, I am a pretty understanding person, and when E told me the news about G's Dad, then I was like, Oh, OK, but I still wish he could have called at some point.

Call, Text,email, BBM (blackberry stuff), PIN (blackberry stuff)

there are a lot of ways....

or you can call my house, and leave a message for both E and me to here.

It could have been simple, but I know he is also a pretty busy person. There is no reason to blow up at me for being more than slightly concerned.

ANYWAY... so I'm chillin for another couple of days, I really just want to go now.... get this tension and shit out of the air so we can all move on with our lives... I know raven wants to have me stay (or go with), but honestly, it just makes things that much harder later on. I know that, I'm pretty sure she knows that, but I also know its hard to resist.

This place is gonna be lonely, and I really hope she has people over, gets together with friends... etc. because she is much more of a social person than I am. I'm human, but the fact is, I don't need as much person-to-person contact as I think she does. I have also done this whole long-distance thing quite a few times, and sadly, I'm actually used to it.

::thinking:: Maybe this is some kind of defense mechanism or something. I do better with long-distance than face to face... who knows... but it is an interesting observation.

well, that's it for now... hopefully by Saturday (the 4th) I'll be in NYC, and I'll post from there. I do love the fireworks, dunno if I'll be able to see them... but good stuff nonetheless.