Been A While

Yeah, I drop in and out of doing this. I suppose this is me dropping back in. I’ve kept a journal/blog for years and it get spotty on when I do and don’t scribe in it. That qualifier in place, here I am.

I have a job. After a year and a half of unemployment, I will be employed. That is to say: I am employed. All of two days now. Two days of orientation which was just about 10 hours between the two, pretty cake so far. Today I’m getting orientated on the floor. I’ll be running around following someone learning the ropes for a full eight hours. After that I’ll be kicking it on my own.

Bottom rung on the ladder. I get paid $9.50 an hour for a rough rough job. That’s a five dollar cut from what I was making which wasn’t damn much. Time to take them humble pills and steel my spine. I guess this is the downside of starting over. I’m really starting over. It’s nice because it’s new and exciting and liberating and the choices in front of me are all very seductive. Money? I can earn money? Yeah! Just make yourself a career, buddy. All I gotta do is hunker down and pick a direction.

As of yesterday, that direction is Occupational Therapist. Not as rough as Nursing, pays more, and more respect. That’s hot. I can still be a stubborn fuck and go get that nursing thing, but the education between Nursing and Occupational therapist only differs by a year. Four plus years for either. Not to mention a debt I need to pay off of about 10k.

This is me getting ahead of myself. It’s only day three. The road ahead is gonna be plenty long. I need to relax and be more dispassionate about it. I make better decisions when I am not emotionally invested.

Speaking of emotionally invested. Since last I wrote here,  things have ended with my girlfriend. I have a healthy love for her. Still. I think in the end, I’m just not ready for what she wants or needs from me. Which is a future. I’m sorry, Laura. I meant it when I told you, “You deserve better.”



Here and Now

There is a big rift between the man I want to be versuss the man I am. Girlfriend and I talked late into the night about introspection. We, she and I as a couple, aren’t totally in sync. The sync that we have is compelling enough to keep us together. Back on point, I can’t help but think about the person I am. Where did I lose my way? Maybe it’s the case where the universe has a bigger plan for me. Maybe it’s the case where I’m so insignificant, it doesn’t matter either way. Lots of speculation in there. Which usually can be boiled down to over thinking. I do that. Over think. Indulge me.

I’m old enough and wise enough to recognize that I am limited. I recognize my limits. There are things bigger than me. I respect that. I seem to be negotiating the line between “How big?’ and “What actually can be accomplished.” I spend an awful lot of time fighting my self. Boredom and loneliness are my biggest nemesis. You see, I am antisocial. I’ve always been that way. It’s good in a way. The good part is that I am self sufficient. Far more than the average bear. There’s also a great amount of freedom in it all. I appreciate things most others take for granted. I suspect on a deeper level. The bad side: there are components in in the human psyche that demand socialization. If you do not tend to them, they will own you. I am owned, in this fashion. A lot of my time is dedicated to either placating or repressing those needs in order to function. Or semi-function as the case may be. My addiction, is made to address and maintained to address the loneliness and boredom I feel. Through years of conditioning, whenever either or both emotions is felt, no matter how slight, I run here (here being my addiction) to placate myself. If you were a shrink, you would label me dysfunctional. I am.  Who isn’t?

Time for another paragraph.

It’s obvious to those on the outside looking in that, “I need to get out more.” I hear it often. Often enough to know there is truth there. Unfortunately for me, I resist the change. Even if that change is for the better. I do and am resisting it. Motivation waivers from intense to neglected. And I come here to whine or cope or change. I can’t tell which. Maybe it’s all. Don’t know; I just don’t know. I can tell you from experience though that once I get out there there will be an intense sense of euphoria and fascination. I will and do adore all people. Experience has also taught me that those feelings don’t last. I get bored and that boredom becomes resentments. It’s not too long before I fall back into old ways. the familiar antisocial I am oh so familiar with. It’s like eating. I binge and purge on the level of a bulimic. Eat all the foods, and when full, starve myself again. Dysfunction.

Lets turn this dour into something positive. Optimistic. Hopeful. Who is the man I can become; I want to become?

Start with some positives about me. I am a smart fucker. When counting blessings, that’s an easy go-to. I am surprisingly capable. Put in the time, the effort and I rock that shit. I know how to learn. The more time you put into something, anything: the more you get out of it. I have a creative talent. Showcased in my art, prolly here too in my writings, in my media consumption. And, like mentioned earlier, a self reliance. I’m not so dependent upon others for my needs. I try to keep myself easy. I can be charming. Playful and fun.

So where do I want to go with all this? If it weren’t for my girlfriend, I’d go nowhere. she’s been a motivational factor in my life. A big one. I don’t think she notices the difference, but I do. My grandmother, too. I fight her and I growl at her, but I do stuff. That stuff is good for me. I have a great brother and sister who I don’t exactly attribute the  same amount of “gravity” to. However, they are both fantastic people and great tools. It would behoove me to make better use of them and improve my relations with them . . .

. . . My steam has waned. My brain is exhausted now. We’ll continue all this later.

Lost Count


Missed a post yesterday. I’m trying to do this everyday. I’m still working out the kinks. Gimme twenty one days at this. They say that’s the time it takes to form a habit. So wait, if I missed yesterday, does that timer reset? More on this fascinating topic later.

I have a great deal of things I want to do. Activities and persons I would like to pay more attention to. Spend more time with. There never seems to be enough time, though. This is a problem not at all unique to me. It seems to be standard fare for most people. I’m sure we’re all begging the same question; how best to handle the limited time and resources we have.

Me, I’m on priorities now. Prioritize what is important to me and gage it’s importance with time and attention. So much harder said then done.

If left to my nature, you would conclude, and correctly, that the computer is the most important thing in my world. I spend a huge percentage of my waking hours mindlessly on it. Computer dieting doesn’t work, my brain just don’t do that. I am trying a different angle to where being in front of this thing can be a strength. Instead of shedding the fat, maybe I can be a sumo wrestler.

Wacky. It seems far fetched and desperate as I write it. Welcome to my world.

This is the part where my heart falls a hair and my mind looks for maybe another solution. Hand wringing. Over thinking.

Hi. My name is Steve T. Laws.

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