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.

Friday, May 27, 2016

Of the oddity

I am still out here.  I have not been writing nearly enough.  I have been chasing things about.

I am struggling to feel anything. Ever for anything. I can go on, always have always will. I watch movies and see what feeling is supposed to look like and weep for the inability to do it. I've effectively lost so much that there's nothing left to take that will register a blip. Just one more... So my surmising would make my inability to feel the unwillingness to allow something to effect me by it's loss. I don't care anymore? I respect obligations, and I try to give positivity to people when they don't have much. Trying to make some good come out of the wreckage of where I've found myself. Sure I can make my life better, but I won't ever give a shit about any of it. In this world of loss and pain, we have nothing but comforts against the pain. We seek out comforts however we find them?
-A hard fought dragon. The keep lives on in my heart. The new one will be comfortable, for however long it lasts. This isn't it.
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