I might be cursed, my FreeOnes friends. If anyone out there is bold enough, foolish enough, to tell you to your face that black magic does not exist, calmly tell them that you do not deal with fascists, and walk away.
Two weeks ago, my truck broke down. I rely heavily on it to get around between the town I live in, and the town my girlfriend and school are in. I use it to get to work, etc., etc. OK, no huge deal really.....it's old....can't afford anything else right now.....vehicles break down. So.....I call my dad, and ask if I can borrow his while I scrape the money together somehow to get mine repaired. He says yes.
Tonight, driving back from Ft. Collins, his truck died as I rolled into Longmont.
Suddenly, the fuel gauge said that I had NO gas in the tank, when I know good and damn well that there was fule in there, as I gassed up before I left tonight. When the truck sputtered and died, I got out and pushed it to the side of the road and was assaulted by the STENCH of gas......I mean, it smelled as though someone poured twenty gallons of gas on the ground right next to me.
On their own, they really aren't THAT big of a deal, my friends, but pile that on top of the fact that there are six or seven bill collectors calling me twenty times a day to pay them money I do not have because the job I have right now (and honestly, I feel lucky to have IT in this economy) pays next to nothing.....basically, enough to pay my rent and eat. The girl I have waited 32 years for may be leaving the country in a few months, possibly for good. A family member recently died. EVERY one of my friends has moved away.
Bad luck? Or did I piss someone or something off BIG TIME......how much longer will it, can it go on? How much is someone supposed to take before he/she fucking snaps?
Believe me...I am all for personal responsibility, and I will be the FIRST one to claim it when necessary......the mess I am in right now is because of me, with the exception of the insaneness that is the Truck Fiasco. I don't wish to come across as whiny.
But holy fucking hell.....I feel like even if I decide to do NOTHING but sit in a quiet living room and stare at the wall, a fucking meteorite will come hurtling down from the cosmos, and crush my skull.
Now.....it is late, and I do not care.....I am going to drink heavily, and await your replies......I do not look for sympathy, my friends.....just needed to share this crap with those who have been good enough to read what I have written before, and maybe, just maybe someone out there will read this post and feel much, much better about their own life.
Bloody hell.
Two weeks ago, my truck broke down. I rely heavily on it to get around between the town I live in, and the town my girlfriend and school are in. I use it to get to work, etc., etc. OK, no huge deal really.....it's old....can't afford anything else right now.....vehicles break down. So.....I call my dad, and ask if I can borrow his while I scrape the money together somehow to get mine repaired. He says yes.
Tonight, driving back from Ft. Collins, his truck died as I rolled into Longmont.
Suddenly, the fuel gauge said that I had NO gas in the tank, when I know good and damn well that there was fule in there, as I gassed up before I left tonight. When the truck sputtered and died, I got out and pushed it to the side of the road and was assaulted by the STENCH of gas......I mean, it smelled as though someone poured twenty gallons of gas on the ground right next to me.
On their own, they really aren't THAT big of a deal, my friends, but pile that on top of the fact that there are six or seven bill collectors calling me twenty times a day to pay them money I do not have because the job I have right now (and honestly, I feel lucky to have IT in this economy) pays next to nothing.....basically, enough to pay my rent and eat. The girl I have waited 32 years for may be leaving the country in a few months, possibly for good. A family member recently died. EVERY one of my friends has moved away.
Bad luck? Or did I piss someone or something off BIG TIME......how much longer will it, can it go on? How much is someone supposed to take before he/she fucking snaps?
Believe me...I am all for personal responsibility, and I will be the FIRST one to claim it when necessary......the mess I am in right now is because of me, with the exception of the insaneness that is the Truck Fiasco. I don't wish to come across as whiny.
But holy fucking hell.....I feel like even if I decide to do NOTHING but sit in a quiet living room and stare at the wall, a fucking meteorite will come hurtling down from the cosmos, and crush my skull.
Now.....it is late, and I do not care.....I am going to drink heavily, and await your replies......I do not look for sympathy, my friends.....just needed to share this crap with those who have been good enough to read what I have written before, and maybe, just maybe someone out there will read this post and feel much, much better about their own life.
Bloody hell.
But to do this on the internet....
. now, I just say whatever, and don't let it bother me, cuz I can't do anything about it, so I just remind / tell myself, I will figure out something when I get to it, meaning, do what you got to do. you cross that bridge when you get to it, sort of speak, I used have all kinds of $ problems, career problems, health problems, relationship problems, car problems..etc..etc.. 
