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June 26 StoicCompsasion- the distress arising from the wretchedness of a neighbor in undeserved suffering, Stioc definition. I can wither away but no one I deem worthy of my attention is allowed undue suffering. An irratoinal thought, I know. Even more so when we stop and consider much of what we suffer can be directly attributed to our own actions. That being said, it still doesn't change my feleings. Emotions are not guided be raitonal logic. I believe our emotions are the direct result of the accumulated experiences of our lives. New experiences trigger emotoins derived from past experiences. The older we get the more burdened by these experiences we become. It was all so much simpler when we were fresh out of the womb. "Welcome to my life," #1 states after a brief encounter with the things she deals wtih on a daily basis. I want to tell her it's the chioces she has made that has exposed her to these problems. It is not worth the argument, nor is it as simple as all that. She has fears created by ohter experiences; stronger experiences that would take years for a rleationship with me to undo. If it ever could at all. We don't have years. The puppy is asleep at my feet. I know, she's not supposed to be staying here at all. #1 is working. "She's not staying the night." I tlel her as she pulls away. Of course all bets are off if #1 decides to spend the night. "I know." She replies. "I'll stick her out on the porch if you don't come get her!" My threats do no good though. #1 knows better. I sledom deny her. Damn dog. She better watch out, someone as already offered to take her; another who is quickly gaining my compsasion. My life is a tangle skein. June 10 Look Into The Crystal BallIt started wtih that psychic again-- well actually that isn't really fair-- it started about 8 months ago in a noisy bar with a few drinks, a cute girl and a guy wtih a gift for telling stories but that is history found wtihin the blog. So I am at the Stonewood bar again. Sam, Alexis and I are crammed around a tiny square table waiting our turn for a reading. The other tables are full, mostly of women eating their fill of the bucket of chicken special that accompanies psychic night. They call my name. The surrounding din almost prevents me from hearing it. I walk over to take a seat in front of Lynn, the psychic. Before my ass hits the chair Lynn says to me, "you are having issues wtih a girl named Suzie. She used her name. Her real name. The name I don't even call her, at least not to her face. Then she told me how the next three monhts were going to unfold. I didn't believe her. I always flet Lynn was more mind reader then psychic. But she laid it out--one, two, three. I thanked her. Pulling #1's name out would make a nice story to tell. That was three months ago. I don't think I've done much to shape the events to Lynn's predictoins. I've little control but it has all come true. My friends will think I'm mad when they read this. The know the predicitons. Everything is changing. I am a little scared. Was Lynn's predicting or warning me? "Better watch what you wish for," my friend Oti states as I unravel the tale for him. I don't bleieve you never get what you wish for. Everything in life is a compromise. But if I die tomorrow, I won't regret today. May 24 FairwellIt's not a fairy tale romance. They do write stories like this but not at Harlequin. This is more twisted. Think Running wtih Scissors--And Tripping A Few Times. So number 1 moved in with me, and her son--and the dog. It's all very new. My boys like the arrangement. They like the dog, her and son. I like the arragnement too. My friends don't like the idea-- they worry. They want me to be happy. I am. Life is full of compromises. This situaiton is no different. No one is being hurt. I don't know how to explain it to anyone. I don't think she does either. I'm not sure I can post things here anymore. I no longer know what to say. I'm sorry for those of you who liked to read my words. Perhaps I will post again when the mood strikes me. Please feel free to read the archives. Those are where the good post are anyway. I can't explain this lack of inspiratoin. Perhaps it is a fear of being judged. May 16 Things In My Head It seems these days I have little time and little drive outside my
disjointed new routine. Sometimes I wonder if we fill up our lives with
things just to avoid facing ourselves. Priorities. I glance at the roller coaster financial market. My 401K's have not advanced in years. The American auto industry can be bought up by the next dot com millionaire but will probably be bought by a billionaire from India. They will milk the last remain knowledge from the carcass and then toss it away. The technical centers GM and Ford built in those foreign countries will take over and Detroit will become the first Urban dust bowl. And where will that deal leave me? Will I be prostituting my knowledge in some country far from home just to survive? Or will I throw in the towel and become the next new greeter at Wal-Mart? We live too long, the world is changing too fast. Keeping up with the changes in the job market, the social norms, the technology, it is more then we can handle. More then I can handle. So I turn my head away. I am passed crossing my finger. Passed being afraid. People worry about tomorrow, I worry about the 18,000 tomorrows after that and hope it will be more like only 1800. May 04 Where Are You Going?Our ancestors followed the herd, migrated west, boarded ships for a ditsant land. It was do or die. It was survival. The times they are a changing. Technology is changing the way we live faster then ever before. Are people being left behind? Globalization vacuum, shifting jobs, do careers lsat forever anymore? We live too long, the need to reinvent ourselves should be taught in school. We are still teach our children trades as if they will last them a lifeitme. The U.S. is in decline. A decline feed by it own corporaitons. The baby-boomers will be the last generation to live a comfortable reitrement. Yeh, I have got all these thoughts in my head; swirling around. I wonder how long my current job situation will last. What will I be qualified to do when it ends? What jobs will my children obtain? Will they be able to afford houses and families? What direciton should I advise #1 to go. What should she take in college. Which job won't be farmed out overseas to the loewst bidder? |
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