When the See-saw Stops Moving
I’m at a point in my life where my problems in coping with stress have failed to affect me… make it notable that I haven’t overcome any of it, there’s simply no stress to be had.
Is life any fun?
…fuckin’ no
I work a full-time work week for part-time pay, in a job I don’t hate, though don’t come anywhere near enjoying. I hang out with friends, all of which have girlfriends and obviously feel they’ve got better places to be. I come home to a mother, a father, a brother, sister, dog, two cats, and an ill grandmother who I help take care of. I’m preparing for what should be a rousing semester of numbers and capitalist conceptual thinking in my new school, FAU. I’m honored to be declared, by the Florida Real Estate Commission, minimally competent and licensed to practice the services of real estate in this great penis-shaped state I love to call home.
::yawn::
I just attended my third practice for my company softball team, on which I play first-base… when I was 10 years old, I dreamed playing professional baseball. Small compromises, right? Getting back to it, I’m replacing either a fat guy, a guy that bitches a lot, or a guy that can’t catch a ball that starts its journey already in his glove which I’m convinced is filled with oil or butter or possibly even a light dab of KY, I can’t remember which, but point made, I’m on a company softball team because some men just don’t have the testicular fortitude to play slow pitch coed softball. I have no girlfriend; I haven’t for a while. Too busy with life, I suppose, or maybe women don’t like me… in ‘that way’… which is more likely of the two reasons. Do I hurt? …no. I’m not lonely so I have no reason to hurt. I’m going through life with friends I’ve grown to appreciate more than life itself. Can’t argue those odds.
I’m happy… content is a better word… with my life thus far- lessons learned, wear n’tare, and all.
