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Waiting

Posted: September 30, 2011 in otiose
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You were supposed to arrive

12 days ago.

Pity.

I could have used the affirmation.

Now

it’s simply too late.

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minions

Posted: September 30, 2011 in hidden admonishment
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I don’t tell my underlings to correct things that they do wrong.
I quietly fill in the gaps and move on.

I have two.
Two minions.
I like them.
If I were to bother to correct them, they would listen.
Sometimes, if it’s important, I’ll let them know.
It took over a year and half a dozen furious rejections to find two that I can stand.

If you think they’re doing something wrong, you fucking tell them.
If you take my bonus, I will break shit and be all around unpleasant to work with.
If you upset my minions…if you upset them too often for trivial shit…they’ll leave.

No.

Best leave them alone.
They’re pretty.
They’re nice.
They fuck shit up sometimes.

I’m okay with that.

Why don’t you listen to me, the way my minions did?
Now, I’m down to one.

In student loans, I pay an absolute minimum of $597.86 every month to five different banks, and yet I know for a fact that I am in an average of at least a rough 75% less student debt than most of the other alumni from my graduating major. I also know for a fact, that due to the selective nature of their loans (largely subsidized by co-signing parents–an option I did not have) they pay significantly less than I do each month.

In addition to that, I have miscellaneous debt payments of $410.98 each month that are completely necessary and unavoidable. You will have to take my word on that, because I’m not going to sit here and itemize justifications. Especially not to the likes of you.

Then I have rent at $485 even, and I have already heavily compromised my living comfort to attain that number.

There is your window into my minimum monthly financial obligations disregarding the necessity to fuel myself and my car–which I am required to drive for work, because I have to transport cargo twice a week.

I also occasionally buy toilet paper.

Night shift: back on call.

Posted: September 25, 2011 in hidden admonishment

If you’re not going to help me out, the least you can do is shut the fuck up.

It’s been awhile.
I’ve gained a little weight.
My hair has grown back.
I have something new to show you.

You tell me the same three things you always have, and you repeat them with some sort of ritualistic absentmindedness. While you commented on forgetting about how sad I look, I don’t need the reminder at all. Don’t worry yourself with it, I think, but you wouldn’t ask for me if it honestly bothered you. At least I have that; the misfortune of knowing that I’m stuck being who I am.

I can’t wish my own sister a happy birthday.

I clung to you for as long as I possibly could, even though the sentiment was hollow and I couldn’t find comfort
waking up twice and leaving in resignation.
You will always have something I can’t find.
I don’t bristle against the trends to appear unique. It’s contempt for the insidiousness of that very mindset.

I cried into my chemistry formulas afterward and watched the sun rise.
The SI notations blurred into Myanmar.

It’s never going to happen.
The sooner I roll over, the better.

It’s no longer a question of what I deserve.

You just don’t understand.
The improbability is crushing, but I can’t shake it
change it
kill it

or carry it on my own.

Reality check, asshole.

Posted: September 20, 2011 in otiose

Playing poor for a month or six or four years of college you can attend without a merit scholarship or maximum government assistance doesn’t mean you know what it’s like.

Walking a mile through the lifetime someone else claws through is insufficient field research on something that should never

never

be treated as a goddamned anthropological study.

I don’t want to abuse this…that you still have a space for me…
even though I don’t really understand.

“A different you from a different time would have done something different with that guy.”

I averted eye contact.
I really am this transparent now…that I have to hear these things about myself from people I know very little about; from their mouths in return.
It’s true.
It’s an ugly truth, because I remember the thoughts that went through my head:
Thoughts from a different me that’s transitioning out as I cycle in.

True transparency is fraught with negative connotations of weakness and superficiality
but those are assertions made from the false security of somewhere opaque.
I know it’s not easy or safe to live near the surface.
It’s an uncomfortable existence.

It’s where I belong.

I’m quiet as a thin defense from a world that makes me nervous.
Sometimes desperate
and always vulnerable
but I’m stronger than I used to be.

In relation to others, I’m less sure of where I should be
and when I talk about wanting to belong somewhere, there’s a disconnect
between who I know I am and the people I meet.

When I was there, I sensed early that the situation was not right for me
even though I wanted to fit.
My place was not there, although I was invited in
and had I been able to accept my new surroundings without rejecting myself
I would have found that allusive sense of belonging somewhere outside of myself.
I was welcome there, but…not as myself.

I came away shorn close to the skin; naked, but whole and unharmed.

Most shitty people aren’t as clear cut as books and movies make them out to be.
I have a hard time differentiating in the world around me that’s in direct contact.
Everything comes in on the same personal level, and I don’t know what to knock out.
I have a matrix of logic, but…
It takes me a long time to come around to the text book conclusions founded in case studies of common sense.
I try to ignore impulsive first impressions
that grind against me
but those impressions are not intuitive.
They stem from active, applied knowledge gained through past experiences…and “common sense”
which is just practical information taught by good parents offering a good model off of which to make measurements.

The feelings are extremely dangerous
if given free range as fact and falling to prejudice
which is why I sometimes deliberately do things that contradict “intuition”.

They’re equally dangerous to completely disregard, however…as I find time and time again.

Maybe emotion itself is a fact.
The way it colors my world…is not.

It’s naive
and no matter what bitter, cynical knot I twist into my gut
I still want to see the good in everybody
regardless of whether I like them or not.

I get confused when I (successfully) see worth in the shit.

I get confused, and that gets me into trouble.
I’m no longer willing to put that tendency before my own sense of self.
I don’t know if that’s smart or close minded and selfish.
I don’t know if it’s the right direction.
I don’t know, so I still resist putting myself first.
I still put myself into uncomfortable situations.
There are things I like about really unsavory individuals; unsavory by my own measures and biases.

I don’t know why beyond desperation.
I don’t know, but I’ll figure it out eventually if I decide I need to.
I know I was there looking for a friend.
It only bothers me a little…because of how it rapidly unfolded to show me who I was letting into my life.
He was giving me a place to be, but I was offering who I am.
That’s not a balance, and it wasn’t a way out of the situation I’m in.
People say I have trouble reaching out, and I don’t disagree.
but…
I am not a disingenuous human being.
I’m very true to who I am when relating to others…even with the few defenses I have in silence, sarcasm and semantics.
It’s hard for me to trust, and near impossible to relate at all without this honesty.
I didn’t find a friend.
I think friends are hard to find.
He thinks he’s smarter than me; reads people better; that I’m transparent and judgmental…because I told him I didn’t want to hang out with him anymore
after a very short amount of time given to a very old friendship.

The last day I was there
I thought I would have rather been working, so I knew.
I spent a whole fucking day
sitting with a guy I don’t really know that seemed willing to spend time with me
waiting on a drug deal I didn’t want to be a part of.
I’m not part of the world where hallucinogenic sugar cubes are interesting
and I won’t consider putting my breaking mind up to a high I don’t need right now
with people I don’t know.
I didn’t like being in that environment and saying as much and saying I know it’s not what I want or need
rendered me instantly…shallow, up tight, and close minded;
so I left.

I want to be accepted as a presence worth being in other people’s lives, but I don’t have time for this kind of shit anymore.

Some people are just shitty…and they don’t deserve the confidence that comes in the bullshit they tell themselves is true about the world and their perceived significance therein.

Some people are just shitty, and I’m starting to realize they’re not worth my time regardless of my worth to theirs.
That seems to leave me alone…
because only the people I think are shitty seem to think I’m worth their time…so I reach this disconnect again from the other side.
It might not be true, and it might be me closing down, but that’s how it seems

and it’s kind of depressing.
I’m leaving in 198 days on terms I’ve set that I can trust, and as miserable as I am, that’s going to have to be good enough.

(You have no idea how much I miss you or how hard it still is not to let you know.)

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Posted: September 14, 2011 in otiose
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Get your “Like” button bullshit off my Amazon.

Amazon, I’ve always been aware that you are a data mining giant, and I’m completely fine with that. What I do not understand is why you would overhaul a more accurate system for a goddamned “like” button.

Pass/Fail is just fucking lazy. It’s lazy in academia, and it’s lazy regarding information compilation.

Google has beaten me into submission, but you, Amazon? No. Even after eight years, I can get what you offer elsewhere.

You make me sad.