Nothing Special

Hello all!
This part of the Whateverlution...is all about me. Call it an ongoing ever changing 'about the author' Dane Cook once said...A suicide note written by someone who is not suicidal is called an autobiography.

So what gives me the ability to speak out about the world? Why should anyone listen when I tell them about fitness, gaming, intellectual pursuits, the sociological ramifications of current world politics, and gummy worms?

Well that's something you're going to have to learn as you go. However if you want credentials, allow me to fill in a bit of my resume.

At 34 I have collected paychecks from over 30 different employers. I have built million dollar homes, I have driven a front end loader through mountains of trash, I've been to basic training and enjoyed some peace time national guard time, I've worked for restaurants, retail chains, and convenient stores and been a substitute teacher. However I have also spent over five years as a guard at a county jail AND 30 days as an inmate at a different county jail. (For CIVIL CONTEMPT-I couldn't afford to pay ALIMONY, and was subsequently put in jail, which caused me to lose my job with the Sheriff's Department)

My education involves an Associates degree, and 90 credits towards a BS in Mental Health and Human services, as well as a healthy interest in reference literature. School and I have never gotten along, I find it too rigid and constraining, I can learn more on my own.

The only things I know for sure...I've been pretty good at just about every job I've ever had. The closest to a job I actually liked was as a guard. I'm a people watcher and psychological dynamics fascinate me, plus I'm an adrenaline junkie and at the time thrived amidst the crazy fights, hangings, cut-ups etc etc. That being said I now have to pursue a different career, and this blog circle is part of it. It's a social and personal experiment. I know that everywhere I've gone, people tend to remember me. However despite being a quick learner, and intelligent and well-spoken, something seems to be holding me back. So I am now hoping to work from that into something here, maybe a job, maybe a career, maybe pocket money, time will tell.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

No fear

You’re back?
What for?
What do I have to say that anyone would want to listen to?
I’m thinking probably not much.  Then again…Nothing, Special…I like to think I’ve seen a fair amount in this life.  Not as much as some, hopefully more than most.  Do I concede that life has dealt me an odd thread and I have hung myself with it?  That was metaphor comparing the strings of fate to a wasted life.  I realize some of the people that read this might not grasp that and take my words as literal gospel, branding me suicidal.  Hardly. 
Amazingly I find myself in remarkably good spirits on this bright cold day.
Listen oh lost and you shall see, there is no path on which to be!
This whole shebang is composed of moments and pieces.  The ways in which they are intertwined are as confused and convoluted as hundred year old grape vines grown wild.  There are areas of life, grapes plump with life and the nectar of experiences.  There are areas where the vines have choked each other out of existence.  Bitter stretches of dried and spotted leaves, barren and desolate.  There are stretches of wild spring growth, new sprouts weaving amongst the older vines, the possibilities endless and hope and vibrancy are everywhere.
The fact is they’re all connected.  They are all happening over and over again, all at once.  Your misfortune is someone else’s greatest moment ever.  The trick is staying on the ancient trellis long enough to weave back in amongst the greenery.
To provide a unique perspective on this harsh rock, is to live.  To find success amongst the others is to thrive.  Yet to do both is the crux.
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