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The End of Some Things
Back on February 4th, 2003, I was bored and lonely. I had thrown in the academic towel again, just tired of trying. I had, only days before hand, taken Tricia down to North Carolina. I have since married her. I was working at Acme Fresh Market. I have since quit and have a new, less soul crushing job. I was writing He-Man Fanfiction . . . I have since brought that to a conclusion.
So . . .
I've learned something. Something that was very hard to deal with, but now that I've come to peace with it, I can approach it like a man. Life will never be easy. I will always have trouble, there will always be stress. There will be moments of ease, moments of accomplishment. And those are good moments.
But unless some kinda fluke occurs and I win the lottery, money will always be a problem. Always. It's something that has taken me a really, bizzare amount of time to kinda get pounded into my head. Granted, it's still a struggle to chose between Wants and Needs. The "ending" I hoped for back in my previous Groundhog's Day post isn't coming. There's no such thing as an ending to these matters; it just gets better until disasters occur.
Do not mistake this post for angst. Because this isn't angst. This is truth and I've finally come to terms with it.
Let's get the meaty portions of this post.
This will be my last.
I think.
The simple fact is that my life is far too busy and far too complicated to write about everyday. I work a job that requires my presence five days a week. Starting this Fall, I'll be in school for two days a week, meaning that I'll be basically gone seven days a week. And considering my poor wife needs some attention and I've got other writing projects going on . . .
Well, the conclusion should be obvious.
I don't up-date very much anymore because I think I've reached the point where I don't want to rehash my day, as shitty or fantastic as it might be.
"Blogging This Shit" may start to happen over on LJ or Blogger or even Facebook. BUT, for the most part, it seems like those days are fading. I don't really like to get drunk nearly as much as I used to.
(If I was like my Dad and all my friends formed this close-knit group that call themselves the Pigdogs, then this wouldn't be an issue. Also, we'd all have awesome nick-names. My Dad, for such a down-to-Earth guy, can very strange.)
Regardless, "Blogging This Shit" may just transplant itself. Which is fine; Facebook has a wider audience.
I may still stop by to do my annual posts - Christmas, New Year's, Groundhog's Day, and my birthday. And I'm certainly not shutting this down.
[WOODSIDIAN SENTIMENTALITY:]
My blurty is an archieve on my early-to-mid-20s. My rants, my raves, my exaggerated emotions all laid to bare. It is a record of my relationship with Tricia - beginning with her move to North Carolina, her return, our engagement, and early days of our marriage. Things have gotten better between us. Those first few months of marriage were so hard, but our relationship - our marriage - is stronger now because of those difficulties.
It is my example of nerd-love. Fanfics, comics, TV . . . from my third post, I relished in nerdiness.
My blurty has all my ups and downs. My darkest moments . . . my parents divorce, Justin's death, my Grandmother's death . . .
My Kentventures, my engagement and wedding, my exit from Acme.
This was my outlet, my station, my word on the web. My soapbox, my loudspeaker, my secretkeeper. This was my story. And, to quote Dave Eggers from "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius:"
". . . the lives of people in their early twenties, and those lives are very difficult to make interesting, even when they seemed interesting to the people living them at the time."
So. This may all be quite boring to you. Which is understandable. I'm a fairly boring guy.
I want to say this is important; that this is significant. At running the risk of overstating things, it is. My life has changed and will continue to change. And as it does, there are certain things that will change and leave with it. This blurty is among them.
Again, I'm not saying never. I may stop back from time to time. But from where I'm sitting right now, as I'm about to launch myself into another state of change, I can't garuntee this.
Argh. I'm not really sure how to end my ramblings. I have no nuggets to give, nothing enlightening that won't come out as stupid.
I suppose I should thank you, reader, whomever you are. And I do thank you. From real life visitors, to my wife, to internet peoplez -- I thank you. Thank you for reading. I hope you feel free to take a look at my occassional posts on Facebook and Blogger. And, uh, I'm on Twitter, but I don't use it very often.
Thanks for looking at me, everybody, as I've muddled, marched, and generally bumbled through my 20-26th years of existence.
TheW40 . . . Signing Off.
~W~
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