He said - WFT

• I have never seen a Ryan Gosling movie. Somehow I feel okay with this, I feel like I can get through it okay.
• Goddamn it! I want Greek food and it’s all Bev’s fault. She mentioned how there is no Greek food in town. Now I want it.
• Still I want some Middle Eastern food and there is that in town. But I’d have to put my pants on.
• The documentary Being Elmo made me cry.
• I am now at an age in my life and a point in my parenthood that I really don’t have big dreams for myself. Now I dream about my kid. About what she might be and what she might do. 
• Whatever she does it better be good and pay well…She’s my retirement plan. Instead of RRSP and retirement savings, I pay child support and buy shit for her so she’ll keep liking me…Till she gets big and rich and buys me a nice house…Beside a lake, with a boat and a brick BBQ…And maybe a nice workshop for me to hang out in. Separate from the garage where I will store my classic GMC pick up truck. Just you know….Off the top of my head.
• Of course I could write something again….Someday…Something inspiring…Or funny. Or disheartening and depressing (I’ll work the emo crowd)…Maybe. But no one’s getting rich anymore writing good books. The only money is in shitty young adult lit. that grown women read and fawn over.
• Bev is giving me a good life. Making it calm and stable. And making me happy…The harpy! Blame her! It’s hard to be creative when there’s no great pain and angst. Unless you write shitty young adult lit. that grown women read and fawn over.
• Want to know something weird? I really want to watch the Harry Potter movies. I never have seen them. They actually look like they might be entertaining. But I have not got copies and I can’t justify spending the money to get them.
• We need furniture…Badly. My swinging bachelor shit just isn’t working anymore. But not using credit and having to save for every big purchase means it’s taking forever. Living room furniture, dinette, mattress and a new desk…The list goes on and on.
• Thinking of maybe getting a bicycle too. I think it might be fun. If it don’t kill me…I’m old and fragile now.
• It’s going to be hot for the rest of the week. At work it’s going to be painfully hot…I have to wear coveralls over my clothes. FAAAAWK! Of course they don’t say anything about what I wear under the coveralls…Maybe a Speedo and safety boots will be my play.
• And finally a real truth, no joke, no wiseass. I have never felt as at ease or like I really completely belonged in a relationship or in any place I ever lived for that matter, until I got to this place and this relationship. It’s a good and loved and loving place to be. Sometimes I wish I had of met her 20 years ago and saved myself 20 years of sad and lonely living searching for the thing I have now. But then again maybe it was those 20 years that taught me gratitude and to appreciate what it is I have now. Maybe that’s what the rough times really are good for (they are not good for much else) is they teach gratitude and gladness for the good things, the good people. And maybe it’s one of those universal lessons that life gives us over and over until we learn. Sadly some people never learn, some may even think they do, but they don’t and it’s sad and frustrating to watch.
• But I have learned, I am grateful and I do appreciate the woman and the child in my life I love them both with all I can. 
  
  And Bev should always know this. That I love her very, very much…And so does Ruby. Ruby is so honest with her heart and she shows love and affection only to those that matter to her and I know that she is with Bev like she is with no one else. She has let her inside.
  
  I have too.

Hot diggidy dog!

I'm in love. Even when he's irritating me or pissing me off. Love.

It's nice.

Not so much tasks as deeds

Next time I apply for a job, I'm changing the details of my work experience from tasks to deeds. Should I personalize it? Or would that seem like story telling? A mixture? Word.

I can't not feel this anymore. (I may or may not have purchased a philosophy book in the recent past.)

Alternate title: I may or may not be stoned right now.

Yeah, you guessed right. The glory and the doom walking hand in hand. The thing is? I can't feel it if I'm not stoned. Not this way. Not looking past everything and seeing... which brings me to my second point. I can't think or reason about it when I am stoned.

But let's give it a whirl! (I think the real reason I like writing this stuff down to myself is that I know when I'm reading it tomorrow I'll be busting a gut. Or at the very least thinking 'what a weirdo' or some variation of that word.)

My foster-sister, Lacey's grandfather passed away today. I feel that stuff to the core now. It hits me in a way it never had before. A woman I work with says it's because I'm still grieving Dad but, while I agree that may be true, I know I'd be feeling it anyway. I said to Mom that I wish I didn't know how this feels. But that's not completely true.

I have more patience now.  I have opinions and I I feel more. Not just deeper but more. Not just more frequently but for more people, in more ways. Funnily enough, I also need it less. Pot. Emotional breakdowns.

Whatev, Kev.

Okay where do I start?

I remember waking up one day and it hit me - it was me. All of my problems were me now. Officially. At the time I told myself I was kind of beyond caring on a grand scale but it was a pretty devastating realization, to be honest. A realization I didn’t want to even think about. But it put the question in my mind: is it me? Oh, shit, what if it’s me?

I was in my early thirties and had just bought my first home. I was winning. I was standing up for myself, finally living my own life the way I wanted to live it. I’d left  an unhappy relationship, severed the ties that were keeping us both away from what we really wanted. And, damn, life was going to be good.

I was working lots but it was stuff I wanted to do. I was making money but I was also very fulfilled in my work. I was depended on, responsible. I made enough to get professional facials every eight weeks and spend $200 on my hair. I was living my life, fooling around, excited to continue. I was old enough to know better but still young enough to do it if I wanted to. The reasons for being unhappy were gone now. I wasn’t trapped in a relationship that wasn’t making me happy. I was financially independent for the first time in my life. I was going to find the man of my dreams and be thin and quit smoking for good any day now. I believed in me and I believed life was amazing and I was going to rule the fucking world. (Excuse my french, Nanny!)

Oddly enough, I spent my first New Year’s in my new life on the floor of my closet. Why? You ask? Because, I don’t know. That’s just the way I did things. I would become a puddle, fall completely apart when life got overwhelming. But that’s not important right now.

Because I met him. The man I wanted to be with. Just like everyone said, one day he would just be there and he was. Online shopping for a relationship. I love online shopping, you get to pick every thing you want and just put in your order. Sometimes what you wanted is on back order and you have to wait a little while. Sometimes it’s really hard to find exactly what you want for the right price, the right size, and you have to go looking for it. Whatever the reason or season, I found him. And everything was going to be wonderful.

But it wasn’t. I fell apart again. Work went to shit, I didn’t want to do any of it. The bills were starting to pile up and I was struggling to keep them under control. I didn’t lose any weight. It was supposed to just fall off now because I had everything I ever wanted but it didn’t. I tried and failed and tried and failed. And I was sick of trying, sick of caring. I fucking hated my life. Eventually I started hating him, too. I was an idiot to think anything could ever work out. It was obvious. There was proof everywhere. What kind of idiot was I to not see it? And I’d lie in bed for a few days, shattered.

Eventually I’d accept my fate and pull myself together. I fixed what was wrong with work and it would get better. I started saving money and getting on top of my bills again. Decided I wanted to try again with the man I’d ordered and ask him to come back. And start the whole cycle again.

Life was going to be awesome, life was awesome, life really kind of sucked. Then it got good again. Then it got bad again. I tried and I tried and no matter what I did, I ended up alone and unhappy. No matter how much I tried, no matter how much I believed, no matter how much I tried, I always ended up at this point. When I was 15, throughout my teens, early twenties, mid-twenties, now my I’m 30 and my ‘I’m going to rule the world’ idiot that always got sucked into everything persona was finally dead.

Whatever was wrong with my life was inside me. It was me. No matter how much I believed, no matter how much I tried to fix it, no matter how much I did to make it all better, it was me. And it was bad.

Oh! I totally forgot to tell you!

We did it. I don't know how but something changed and things are going really good. This is what I was looking for... we are creating a solid foundation. And I love him and hope we spend the rest of our lives together. And I'm kind of floored that we got here.

Bitch

Yes, I'm here to complain again. Things are going great with Jeff and I, we really seem to have turned a major corner in our relationship and I'm so glad. Is that why I logged in here, though? No. I don't want to talk about good things, I want to bitch. But I actually don't want to bitch, I don't want to say anything. I'll shut up now. For a while. Weirdo.