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.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

twysted about thereabouts



The music is too loud.
I have to do things a certain way.
My head aches and the music pounds it into a workable rhythm.
The computer is throwing out an eclectic mix.
I’m complacent at the moment but something inside is stirring.
The pity patter of guilty feet…
The piety of no small feet…
The parity was not to be…
The piracy of normalcy…
There’s a demon loose in my house.
I must flush it out if I am to be free of it.
You see they all lurk in the recesses.
In the darkness and quiet they must be stalked.
This is what it feels like to go crazy.
Seeing it lurking in my family history and feeling my world coming apart at the seams.
I know it’s come for me.
I will fight it to my bitter end, no doubt.
I shall record whatever information I can along the way, as long as my wits allow me.
I shall enjoy it for its shortcomings and try to maximize my unraveling wherever possible.
Should I not make it, somewhere along the way someone will find this and maybe someone will get something out of whatever this is.
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