Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Why me?(part two)
I was using the pressure washer at work today when it broke. I didn't have anything to do with the fact it broke(or if I did it was unintentional); but I still got that bad feeling in the pit of my stomach when something bad happens or is about too, then my boss came in screaming. Same feeling I get when I witness an accident or almost get in one or when I witness the arguing before a fight. Out of all my biological responses I hate that one probably the most. I'm thankful for my fight or flight response, I understand the purpose of it, but I don't like how the feeling resonates in my stomach sometimes. Like when I'm playing Gears of War 3 and I'm in a five man clutch, I almost always get the feeling, unless they are a bunch of scrubs. Moving on from me whining about the function of adrenal glands. There was a guy at school today, after I got out of class, petitioning the school on allowing him to be admitted there. Apparently the school (keyword there, school, meaning it was serious) wanted him to take certain medication to be able to attend, but he didn't believe in taking medicine. Knowing that if the school needed him to take the unspecified medication to attend, he probably isn't very sane without it; I signed the petition. If that's the case then no matter how many signatures he gets he still won't be able attend, but every signature gave him a little more hope. I wasn't going to be the one to tell him that it doesn't matter how many signatures he gets anyway, especially if he is crazy, I'm not dealing with that. I may be honest and upfront with people but I'm not idiotic.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Why me?
My parents got divorced when I was in seventh grade. So afterwards I figured, maybe I would whine a little bit, blame my self for everything that had transpired, that would lead to me suffering from depression and starting trouble at school. Only none of that happened, maybe I'm a little different(I'm definitely a little odd) but I didn't blame myself, I wasn't the one who hit my mom and brought domestic violence in to the home. I hate how the media gives the message of, make sure your kids know it isn't their fault and that is what both my parents said after the beginning days of their counseling. My belief is this, if the kids think that, it probably was partially their fault...really, and secondly if they start having issues in school and in other aspects of their life after the divorce then they are just using that as an excuse or already bad parenting just got a little worse due to the split. I didn't plan on blogging about this, but it sort of came to me. See I don't like talking about or being open about my past and what I've gone through in my life's journey, I would rather try to be mysterious and let people come up with their own assumptions about me. But that would be fighting my personality, I'm more of a what you see is what you get and well here you have it kind of guy. Sure I will tell you what I think, but it is probably not at all what you want to hear. Unfortunately, this type of personality does not draw a crowd and usually gets spit on rather than hit on. That is why I make adjustments when necessary, act one way but think another, some people just don't know how to deal with me.
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