What a week!
Since my last update, things have just been weird. I'm hopefully getting another job very soon, but my bills still won't get paid on time. The woman went away for the weekend, so I scampered off to Worcester so I would not be alone. THAT was an interesting weekend. Maybe I'll put some of it in a friends only post. The interesting thing was this Wiccan girl I met. She seemed kinda odd around me, and only a short while after meeting her, she pegged me with this gem : "Your a protector." Oh goody, something I already know. My thing is, how did she know? I mean, she's right. Does not matter who you are, I'm there for a lot of people in many ways. I feel responsible for a lot of things. I do my job, and for some, I do it really well. Why would some chick I've only been around for a few hours know that? I mean, we hung out as a group, and I was just goofing off, so it's not like I was really on the job at the time giving an indication of my nature. I don't know, it was odd. I mean, everyone has got their religion, and Wicca is by far the least offensive to me, closing on none I'm pretty sure. I'm open to all forms of beliefs and explanations for the world around me, about human nature, right and wrong, body and spirit, etc. This is just one of those times I kinda went...whoa.
Then a friend from high school comes out of the past for a visit, and I get to know her all over again. It's nice to find out some people became a lot more fun and likable as opposed to closet cases like some other people I graduated with. She is just one in the long line of girls I have picked up as confidants this week. By my count, I have 5 new IM girls that I offer advice and an ear too. On top of that, maybe I should do nude photography for a living, or at least a more serious hobby. 2 of those girls have liked my work and want some done for them. How can I say no? I just don't know how I work myself into these positions. How is it people come to me looking for help about life? Why is my experience so worth while? It's nice to know I'm helping, but my memory seems short because I have no ideas how it comes to pass that I am saying the things I am to these people. Do they see through me as easily as that Wiccan chick did? Why am I asking all these questions? Why are you reading them? I just don't know.
I'm just feeling like a country song lately. Well, half of one. "I lost my job, can't pay my bills, I lost my woman, and get any thrills..." All I'm missing is my dog (which does not exist) dying and a shotgun in my mouth at the end of the song. Thankfully I stop after "Country Song Cliche #2".
I have not updated much lately because I have not had much to write. The last weeks events have summed up into something, but it just seems life is rushing by so fast so slowly, with so little or to much important or unimportant content. Since this year has sucked anyway, I'll just call these days the death throws of the year, and let it slide for now. Anyway...
Ciao.
~Frost
Then a friend from high school comes out of the past for a visit, and I get to know her all over again. It's nice to find out some people became a lot more fun and likable as opposed to closet cases like some other people I graduated with. She is just one in the long line of girls I have picked up as confidants this week. By my count, I have 5 new IM girls that I offer advice and an ear too. On top of that, maybe I should do nude photography for a living, or at least a more serious hobby. 2 of those girls have liked my work and want some done for them. How can I say no? I just don't know how I work myself into these positions. How is it people come to me looking for help about life? Why is my experience so worth while? It's nice to know I'm helping, but my memory seems short because I have no ideas how it comes to pass that I am saying the things I am to these people. Do they see through me as easily as that Wiccan chick did? Why am I asking all these questions? Why are you reading them? I just don't know.
I'm just feeling like a country song lately. Well, half of one. "I lost my job, can't pay my bills, I lost my woman, and get any thrills..." All I'm missing is my dog (which does not exist) dying and a shotgun in my mouth at the end of the song. Thankfully I stop after "Country Song Cliche #2".
I have not updated much lately because I have not had much to write. The last weeks events have summed up into something, but it just seems life is rushing by so fast so slowly, with so little or to much important or unimportant content. Since this year has sucked anyway, I'll just call these days the death throws of the year, and let it slide for now. Anyway...
Ciao.
~Frost