It’s been a while since I’ve contributed to this blog. I think the reason that I’ve been neglecting it is because I don’t feel that anyone should care about these words. What value can be found within what I have to say on a blog site? But I fancy myself a writer and writers have to write. There’s no way around it. You don’t get good at doing anything while sitting on the couch watching Big Bang Theory reruns. I have to write. I could be jotting shit down in journals, then years from now admire my stack of books that contain nothing but nonsense penned by my hand. I don’t mean to be overly critical of myself, there might be a few sentences that are good. Writers should be writing so I’m sitting here typing this on my phone for anyone to read. I’m trying not to stop my fingers from moving and killing this glorious momentum I have already in just 162 words!
Too late I had a sip of beer and thought about money again. Money ruins everything. I had a nice time with a nice job once. I still had problems though and I seem to remember money being one of them. What the hell is wrong with me? I have money and problems exist, no money and still problems exist. Besides learning nothing, I have learned that life is a series of problems. But damn are they piling up.
That job I mentioned was 2 years ago. I know the time because I was “laid” off from it 5 days before my son was born. He’s now 2. I’ve had a couple of jobs since then. None of them paid over half of what I was making at the nice job. I wasn’t taken seriously at these petty new jobs, nor did I take it seriously. They were just single-serving jobs to make some money so I can feel like a provider for my family. Now I sit on my ass and watch Big Bang repeats. And basketball playoffs while waiting for a company to call. No work, no boss, no alarm clock; still problems.
These words have become my passion, these words are what give me hope.
I want to continue these posts and I should. I’ll be lying if I say they are going to be a regular occurrence. I should also be editing certain entries in my Beat ‘Em Up Retrospective. Part of the process of doing anything is sucking at whatever you’re doing. I’m proof of that. I still suck, but not as bad.
Thanks for reading.