Writing is hard. I don't mean the physical act of writing, I mean coming up with something that is worthy of writing down in this online journal isn't easy. My life, is mundane and boring and predictable. As an example, a few months ago I started using Foursquare on my smart phone. If you don't know what Foursquare is, it's a app that you sign up for that allows you to "check in" wherever you go using your smart phone's GPS system an you get points for each check in. You "friend" people on it just like on Facebook and then you compete with your unique group of friends for the most points each week. You can get multiple points for special events like checking in at new places and if you're the person who checks in at a specific spot the most, you become the "Mayor" of that location.
Anyway, as it turns out, I go to 14 places. That's it. Literally I only go to 14 different places, EVER. This Foursquare thing has just shown me the ridiculousness of just how boring and predictable my life is, I get up, I drive my daughter to school, I go to 7-11, I go to work, I go to lunch (same 3 places) I go to Home Depot, Kroger or the gas station on the corner, I go home, I go to my kid's karate/swim/play practice, I come home. I also hit the comic book store on Wednesdays and sometimes go to Lowes instead of Home Depot and sometimes an offsite machine shop for work, it's amazing. This is a wonderful little snapshot of my life and it's actually depressing.
I'm sure everyone's life is like this though, repetition with no end in sight, I mean, death, but prior to that, no end in sight. So I come on here to write and I end up writing about how my past ties into my current life, because in the past, I had a wider variety of experiences. The odd thing is that my past really doesn't tie into my current life much, my parents who I've written about in here really aren't playing roles in my life (my dad especially). My life is the pretty much what Foursquare has polarized for me, it's 14 places with about 12-16 other people every 24 hours and repeat. Instances may pop up occasionally that are interesting or unique, but usually, they don't.
When I think about it I wonder if the fights my wife and I have are really subconsciously brought on by one or both of us trying to "create" something to break up the monotony. Our minds engineer a problem that really isn't there and once we've manipulated it out into the open our emotions take over and blow it up so our adrenaline can finally kick in and we can get some intellectual exercise. I had a fight with my wife last night and actually had the thought, "this will make a great blog entry!" but after it was through, and the yelling had stopped and I really thought about it, it was fucking ridiculous. If I would have listed all the details of it you would have thought, "huh? that was a stupid thing to fight over", and it was, but it was an event in an otherwise non-eventful day. So in lieu of telling you about our Christmas tree disagreement or our differences in opinion on "cleaning" and "straightening up" I chose to drag out stories from my past, from a worse time in my life when things were fucked up and unbalanced and uncertain and quite simply bad, anchor them to some current event so they have some relevance to the day I'm writing them, and run with them.
The result is you're going to get a clear picture of my past even though my past isn't really that big of a part my life anymore, you're also going to get a lot of sexual innuendo and probably some blowjob comments. I hope that's enough to keep you coming back., I"m not 100% sure it's even enough to keep ME coming back, but oh well.
Anyway, as it turns out, I go to 14 places. That's it. Literally I only go to 14 different places, EVER. This Foursquare thing has just shown me the ridiculousness of just how boring and predictable my life is, I get up, I drive my daughter to school, I go to 7-11, I go to work, I go to lunch (same 3 places) I go to Home Depot, Kroger or the gas station on the corner, I go home, I go to my kid's karate/swim/play practice, I come home. I also hit the comic book store on Wednesdays and sometimes go to Lowes instead of Home Depot and sometimes an offsite machine shop for work, it's amazing. This is a wonderful little snapshot of my life and it's actually depressing.
I'm sure everyone's life is like this though, repetition with no end in sight, I mean, death, but prior to that, no end in sight. So I come on here to write and I end up writing about how my past ties into my current life, because in the past, I had a wider variety of experiences. The odd thing is that my past really doesn't tie into my current life much, my parents who I've written about in here really aren't playing roles in my life (my dad especially). My life is the pretty much what Foursquare has polarized for me, it's 14 places with about 12-16 other people every 24 hours and repeat. Instances may pop up occasionally that are interesting or unique, but usually, they don't.
When I think about it I wonder if the fights my wife and I have are really subconsciously brought on by one or both of us trying to "create" something to break up the monotony. Our minds engineer a problem that really isn't there and once we've manipulated it out into the open our emotions take over and blow it up so our adrenaline can finally kick in and we can get some intellectual exercise. I had a fight with my wife last night and actually had the thought, "this will make a great blog entry!" but after it was through, and the yelling had stopped and I really thought about it, it was fucking ridiculous. If I would have listed all the details of it you would have thought, "huh? that was a stupid thing to fight over", and it was, but it was an event in an otherwise non-eventful day. So in lieu of telling you about our Christmas tree disagreement or our differences in opinion on "cleaning" and "straightening up" I chose to drag out stories from my past, from a worse time in my life when things were fucked up and unbalanced and uncertain and quite simply bad, anchor them to some current event so they have some relevance to the day I'm writing them, and run with them.
The result is you're going to get a clear picture of my past even though my past isn't really that big of a part my life anymore, you're also going to get a lot of sexual innuendo and probably some blowjob comments. I hope that's enough to keep you coming back., I"m not 100% sure it's even enough to keep ME coming back, but oh well.
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