i had sexual pleasures alone on the rebound of one of my cousins and it felt great.
I have had my ass kicked by life many times. The hardest part is usually the humility to admit that I lost. I was making $50k a year and the pandemic erased that and I found myself with my tail between my legs applying for minimum wage retail last summer. After seeking out a solid winter, having many things bounce my way that usually wouldn't, I was feeling pretty good going into spring. I dusted myself off with some of these small successes and re-applied to my former life. I got some positive news, but with the pandemic, I remain hesitant to any good news. Late last week I was talking in person to from my 2019 life and not only were they happy to see a familiar face, but they were in awe of my resilience and determination to my industry to stick it out. To re-apply. To get my ass kicked and stand back up and walk back through the door. To have taken on retail(which I still do) and kept my sense of humour. Things are dependent on the summer but should things stay open and the world be normal, I am going back to what I love with a bonus waiting for me at the front door. Taking the L sucks. It sucked. But that's life.
Repent at leisure. Or so the saying goes. So I’ve wondered if they’ve ever regretted that impulsive decision made after drinking and having a temper tantrum. So many people seem to make these big choices in the midst of a heightened emotional situation without understanding that words once said can’t be unsaid. So in my case I’ve definitely made some dumb decisions when I wasn’t emotionally calm. However, as I’ve grown older I’ve learned that I need to always keep the harsh things I might be feeling in the moment to myself, unless my intention is to permanently wound someone or destroy a relationship. Sure you can always try to apologize, and they might forgive you, but I guarantee that they will never forget what you said.
I want to watch the world from afar and write letters to it every day. To let my words be a lullaby in the fog to ferry its mind into a place of respite and dreams.
Even though I’m in my mid 30s, mentally I feel older. For some strange and reason, I feel as though I have the mentality of a 66 or 76-year-old man. No, I’m not grumpy or anything. I’ve always been separate from the rest of people my age. Maybe it’s just me but I find that people around my age just bore me to death. They’re all the same…Superficial, phoney baloney and so disconnected from reality. None of them seem to spark my interest whatsoever.
I have not kept my end of the bargain. My best friend died four years ago. Before he passed I promised him i would live life to the fullest. It hasnt been easy. The pandemic hit, i then lost my job and then pretty much lost any motivation. But things are better now and last weekend i partied it up. I stayed up late. I danced to every song and shared the dancefloor with some amazing people. I even got a girls number! Lol. So im making up for lost time. Its good to be back but i really miss my friend.
I’ll never admit to getting old and feeling tired. That’s for other people to do.
I'm pretty sure I'm from some other time. I feel a tad discombobulated in this reality. I think I met a fellow time traveler but she's married now, so I should really just go back in time to try and woo her...but somehow I don't know how to do that.
Haven’t talked to my friend since he got married. He has two kids and the wife is expecting a third baby on the way. It’s not the same anymore. I’m single with no kids and no wife. Haven’t even found the right person so I find that the older I get, the harder it is to relate to my friend. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a very nice guy but we’re growing apart. It’s obvious to me there’s no room for single guys in his life.
Don’t ask me to tell any dad jokes. I don’t know what those are.