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So I haven't been posting here like I used to. I don't know, but since I've moved, letting my thoughts out to my friends at large has been superceded by the natural banter of the roommates. What thoughts do get out tend to fly up on Facebook, little memos of an idea rather than anything fleshed out.
I don't really mean to neglect this thing. Like anything else that falls into obscurity, it's never a conscious act, because of course that'd ultimately be self-defeating. Rather, the urge to post gets replaced with a casual conversation, a walk around town, or a trip to Walgreens for Arizonas (they're 50 cents a piece until the end of the week; I would suggest stocking up).
Life is...unique. Like all others. An ER visit last month has schooled me on the absurdity of the modern medical system -- I don't even know the amount I actually owe, and might actually owe two bills, one for the hospital and one for the doctor who was working with another facility. for a visit consisting of sitting in a room for an hour, saying "Aaaaahhhh", and having two shots in my rump. Actual time spent with a doctor was about two minutes. The bill is close to #700, or #300, or $300 and #400, or #1,000. I haven't found out yet what is true, so I'm hoping that it's just the three-hundred, but....I've learned not to be too optimistic when it comes to the medical community.
Once I get a stable grab on bills, I should be able to relax a little more. The basics of life, while expensive, aren't overwhelming me. It's the stupid shit -- the laptop I write on -- my cellphone -- that add onto the basics that make things a strain. Without roommates, this existence would be hell, but with three other people splitting the bill, what would be a crushing bill is more of a minor inconvenience at the end of the month.
Bills and my job dominate my existence, at least for the meantime. There are definitely cracks in this dim hallway, and now that I'm finally comfortable living on my own, I'm beginning to see things in a new way. Bills that just a few months ago would have made me depressed are now simply "the cost of living". I understand how close everyday comes to being a complete disaster, so I'm finally adapting and turning a grin.
Still a project in works, definitely need to figure out where the hell I am in terms of relationships, but honestly, I've done that old game enough that it doesn't really phase me like it used to. After strumming the strings of life, I've gotten very relaxed with that thin string of romantic desire on the far end.
Goodnight, world. I work at 6am and have to be awake in seven hours. The door is cracked and our bizarre early fall (well, our bizarre fall) is blowing in a cool, dark breeze.
'dios
(What happened to my suicidal friend from Serbia? His absence is actually a much scarier thought than anything he's ever said to me and the community at large. I hope he's just gotten another account or, hopefully, found a way to beat the shit. But if he's gone, he's gone, and he got everything he's wanted out of life. That's all one can ask, yes?)
I don't really mean to neglect this thing. Like anything else that falls into obscurity, it's never a conscious act, because of course that'd ultimately be self-defeating. Rather, the urge to post gets replaced with a casual conversation, a walk around town, or a trip to Walgreens for Arizonas (they're 50 cents a piece until the end of the week; I would suggest stocking up).
Life is...unique. Like all others. An ER visit last month has schooled me on the absurdity of the modern medical system -- I don't even know the amount I actually owe, and might actually owe two bills, one for the hospital and one for the doctor who was working with another facility. for a visit consisting of sitting in a room for an hour, saying "Aaaaahhhh", and having two shots in my rump. Actual time spent with a doctor was about two minutes. The bill is close to #700, or #300, or $300 and #400, or #1,000. I haven't found out yet what is true, so I'm hoping that it's just the three-hundred, but....I've learned not to be too optimistic when it comes to the medical community.
Once I get a stable grab on bills, I should be able to relax a little more. The basics of life, while expensive, aren't overwhelming me. It's the stupid shit -- the laptop I write on -- my cellphone -- that add onto the basics that make things a strain. Without roommates, this existence would be hell, but with three other people splitting the bill, what would be a crushing bill is more of a minor inconvenience at the end of the month.
Bills and my job dominate my existence, at least for the meantime. There are definitely cracks in this dim hallway, and now that I'm finally comfortable living on my own, I'm beginning to see things in a new way. Bills that just a few months ago would have made me depressed are now simply "the cost of living". I understand how close everyday comes to being a complete disaster, so I'm finally adapting and turning a grin.
Still a project in works, definitely need to figure out where the hell I am in terms of relationships, but honestly, I've done that old game enough that it doesn't really phase me like it used to. After strumming the strings of life, I've gotten very relaxed with that thin string of romantic desire on the far end.
Goodnight, world. I work at 6am and have to be awake in seven hours. The door is cracked and our bizarre early fall (well, our bizarre fall) is blowing in a cool, dark breeze.
'dios
(What happened to my suicidal friend from Serbia? His absence is actually a much scarier thought than anything he's ever said to me and the community at large. I hope he's just gotten another account or, hopefully, found a way to beat the shit. But if he's gone, he's gone, and he got everything he's wanted out of life. That's all one can ask, yes?)