Creating and putting out into the world any kind of meaningful material is more difficult now than it ever was at age 20.
See, back then, I was awash in angst and I could take on any challenge given the single, powerful notion of youthful invincibility (thanks, mania) and an adequate supply of coffee. Most of the things I accomplished at that age, I only pursued because I saw someone else doing it and figured I could do whatever it was being done just as well, if not better. That’s why I started writing poetry as a teen, and ultimately why I started making video blogs (oh, vlogging) on YouTube as a young adult.
Continue reading “Professional Fuck-Up”
I’m sitting outside in my old chair, the chair I used to sit in when I smoked cigarettes.
It’s dark, quiet, and chilly, and I can hear the low hum of the highway in the distance. Things are peaceful out here, away from people, away from the TV, away from political conversations. I’m spending the night at my parents house, and while I love them with all of my heart, I’m a bit tired of hearing about this election. I just want to get it over with.
Life has taken a positive, growth-oriented turn in the last few months. I’ve talked some of the changes here; I’m taking my medications, cutting out recreational substances, and throwing myself into projects that I’m passionate about. I’ve given dating and fucking a much needed break in favor of focusing on myself.
That shit gets lonely, though. I miss components of relationships: the hand holding, the feelings of intimacy, and, well, sex.
I can’t be bothered to do the “dating” part. I don’t have the energy to participate in the song and dance involved in getting to know someone. Not only is it exhausting, it’s just disingenuous. The first few dates require a fair amount of self-marketing; you basically have to trump up your best qualities and most interesting interests in hopes that you’ve said all the right things to warrant another date.
So being single will have to do for the time being. And that’s quite alright by me.
I’m going to take a bath, unwind, and rest up. Tomorrow is going to be crazy.
You know why you run?
You run because you need to get away. You run because you need to escape the place you’ve found yourself in. You run because you’re afraid. You run because it’s what you know to do, what you have always done, and what you will continue to do. You run in hopes to leave behind the things that will always, always catch up to you.
That’s why you ran away to Baltimore, right? The city, with its bright lights and roadways outstretched like arms, was waiting to take you in and embrace you, so you could feel its rumble of a heartbeat as it held you close. But the sense of security that the city gave you was accompanied by an understanding that the things you have run away from will always find their way back.
Consider The Hurricane, for example.
Continue reading “A Haunting in Baltimore”
Once again, I’ve made the impulsive decision to participate in NaBloPoMo and write every day. It’s an ambitious goal, but I think it’s one that I can accomplish. Unfortunately, I’m getting off to a late start. Time to play a little bit of catch up.
I’ve been feeling very naked on this blog as of late, and there is reason for that. I’ve been baring my soul recently, digging deep and talking about a lot of stuff that really hurts. I’m dredging up a lot of painful, embarrassing, and sad moments, and writing about them on this blog for the ultimate purpose of healing myself (For those of you curious, you can check out the ongoing emotional purge series conveniently linked here: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, and part 6).
So it’s been an exercise in self-flagellation thus far. I feel like I’m resolving a lot of things from my past that have been plaguing me for years. But there’s more work to be done. So, dammit, I’m going to do it.
In other news, life is going well enough. I focus on work, I come home, and I either draw or write before bed. It’s simple, and to be completely honest, I’m enjoying how uncomplicated life is right now. I’m not actively dating, nor am I hooking up. I’m just living, trying new things and seeking out meaningful experiences. I’ve been going to paint nites with my best friend recently. I honestly didn’t think I’d get much out of them, but they’ve been fun. Here’s my most recent creation!
It’s about 1 AM and I’m going to retire for the evening. Luckily I have tomorrow off and I can sleep in. Goodnight, folks. Sweet dreams.
I’m going to make it a point to write as often as possible.
Life is weird and I don’t talk about it much. But I like writing about things in order to process them. I haven’t done it in so long and there is so much that I need to deal with and move on from.
So, yes, that’s a thing I’m going to do. Here we go.