There have been quite a number of times i wanted to post last week, and i never found that last ounce of time of ambition to get my words down. I eventually got something down, but it didnt have the energy or message that i was hoping for… And now it feels like whatever it was last week is gone forever, i can only catch vague glimpses of it in my memory. Maybe thats for the best, perhaps it was a subconscious decision to keep certain aspects of life to myself.. maybe as much as i long for public appreciation and concern, there is still a major part of me that will remain the shy quiet boy who got through much of school as only a shadow in the minds of former classmates.
Ive been thinking a lot of things.. Identity.. identity theft.. this blog; myself and my future. I know major things are coming down the line, i cannot avoid it anymore. The house will be run by another, my room occupied by another. I will uproot what i felt was my “place” in order to search for another place that better fits who i am now. I am forced to flee this shell of a former life that i continue to cling to.. for the obscure and false security and comfort it offers… my life of laziness.. my life of loathing and private comfort. Its a life that i once adored, the ability to just goto work and come home.. to put my feet up; eat, watch TV and do it all over agian the next day. But inside of me is a growing force.. restless, cruel, hungry. It touches the primal force within me and seeks to not only rip open this facade of a life that ive been living, but to smash it to bits till there is nothing left but a wisper in my mind.
Everything begins to feel different. My traditional ride down to Dave and Busters in Miliptas for “Black Monday” wasnt fueled by random chatter and bashing of ones “exes” but instead was filled with the same banter and random fun that me and my roomates have had for the past 2 years. WE laughed, we drank and we ate; then we complained a lot and went home.. Haha. But i didnt feel sorry for myself, it was good to be alive, and i enjoyed the brief time we got to spend over in a world apart from our norm.
Work still sucks, but i still love the people. I am still both saddened and relieved at my pending move out of this dismal go nowhere job into a life of uncertanity and doom. And while i know almost as if it were fact, that i will be in dire straights and maybe even regret what im about to do; i still welcome the darkness to come with open arms. (well maybe not so open arms, i am fighting and kicking with every step; but i continue to move forward none the less).
I have even considered moving back home…
What is there in the bay for me? my friends that i have hardly seen thse past 4 years or so? My Convention which leaves me more unmotivated the more i run into more and more obsticals?
Once or twice as I stood waiting there for things to accomplish themselves, I could not resist an impulse to laugh at my miserable quandary. The Island of Doctor Moreau by Wells, H.G.
I am both perplex and excited by this situation which i have created for myself. The tension of spirt and soul and mind rip holes and open ideas which once were but a twinkle in the light of my life.
I feel like i’m living in the Outer Limits..
There is nothing wrong with your television. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are now controlling the transmission. We control the horizontal and the vertical. We can deluge you with a thousand channels or expand one single image to crystal clarity and beyond. We can shape your vision to anything our imagination can conceive. For the next hour we will control all that you see and hear. You are about to experience the awe and mystery which reaches from the deepest inner mind to the outer limits.