Ol' reliable
Wow, it's been a while since I've written in here. I oughta be working, but not much going on right now. Let's see, what's been going on... I moved back to San Antonio, got a new job in Dec getting people jobs, joined the State Guard, broke my leg and have been recovering with that, and continually dropping (or attempting to drop) weight.
I became a fat fuck up in Dallas, and the stress of my then fiance certainly did little to alleviate that. One could view it as an escape, I look at it like a Phyrric victory. Left the babies with the kids, learned third hand Lidia has gone insane, or near to it. It breaks my heart, but I'm told that they were put on this earth to learn certain lessons, and nothing I could have done would have changed that course. The only grim satisfaction I will get will be in years to come when they leave Susan behind, despising her for her selfish ways and rotating cock policy. Miachu and the rest watch over those two. I miss them all; the kids and the babies, but that is where they need to be. A few have started popping up randomly in my new home (read: the folk's house. My life came full circle.), so I'm not completely alone.
The job is working out ok. I like helping get people work, but I really am not a fan of our client that I help take care of, because they treat their employees like shit then wonder why people keep quitting. But I guess that's the same everywhere, isn't it?
The State Guard has been pretty cool. Something to do getting me focused for the transition to the active Army. We're a Civil Affairs Bttn that get called up when disaster strikes the great state of Texas. I'm at the bottom as a PV2, but you gotta start somewhere. I guess all that time contracted prior as an officer cadet didn't count for much, did it? I love serving the state and my fellow Texans.
Breaking my leg was not something I had planned out. Basically, I was out paintballing with Chris and the rest for the beginnings of his Batchelor party, and I was walking back through the creek we play at, and a rock I was standing on broke apart from underneath me, causing my foot to bend a direction it was not meant to bend towards, falling three feet into the bottom of a muddy creek. It took the guys the better of two hours to get me out of the creek and back to our POVs some half mile away, up a steep hill. The last part of the trip involved dragging me in a truck bedliner they found discarded in the creek. I broke the fibula, fractured the tibula, tore some ligaments, and had to get a plate put in with eight screws. I should be walking without crutches in April, though I've been out since the end of January. Fun times. This will only make things more complicated with the Army and the UTSA PD as far as going through MEPS and the PD physical. All I can do is follow the doc's instructions and heal up as best as I can. The window is closing on these jobs, and I must be able to leap through.
As far as the companion scene goes, I've gotten content for the first time in a long time with just being alone. Perhaps there was a reason behind that broken leg. Before, I still played out in my head the shit I put myself through for the last four years, and now it doesn't seem like such a big deal. Sure, some scars never heal, but it serves a grim reminder of the fate that awaits someone who makes themselves a doormat to their partners. Truth be told, as much as I lust after females like any male would, I really haven't pursued anyone actively in any significant sort of way. I'm done with the whole "one true love of my life" bullshit for a while. There have been so far the following factoids: The ones I wanted are already spoken for, and the ones I found were psychotic bitches that I turned a blind eye towards because I was too much of a pussy to fend for myself. I hated myself, and in a way, I'm sure that only made things worse by acting out against these potential mates because of my own inadequacies. A great way to build a relationship, lemme tell ya. That being said, I'm not advocating my friends out there adopt a radical approach to life and cut off your mates. It makes me smile seeing so many of my friends in recent times find that special someone they truly deserve, particularly in our Radio crowd, since so many of us are social inept at one thing or another. Is there someone out there for me? Prolly, but I'm not in any rush to find out. If it happens, it happens. I used to think fortune always favored the bold, but in matters of the heart, as Pat Benetar would say, love is a battlefield. A battlefield that you don't win medals on. Only scars.
I became a fat fuck up in Dallas, and the stress of my then fiance certainly did little to alleviate that. One could view it as an escape, I look at it like a Phyrric victory. Left the babies with the kids, learned third hand Lidia has gone insane, or near to it. It breaks my heart, but I'm told that they were put on this earth to learn certain lessons, and nothing I could have done would have changed that course. The only grim satisfaction I will get will be in years to come when they leave Susan behind, despising her for her selfish ways and rotating cock policy. Miachu and the rest watch over those two. I miss them all; the kids and the babies, but that is where they need to be. A few have started popping up randomly in my new home (read: the folk's house. My life came full circle.), so I'm not completely alone.
The job is working out ok. I like helping get people work, but I really am not a fan of our client that I help take care of, because they treat their employees like shit then wonder why people keep quitting. But I guess that's the same everywhere, isn't it?
The State Guard has been pretty cool. Something to do getting me focused for the transition to the active Army. We're a Civil Affairs Bttn that get called up when disaster strikes the great state of Texas. I'm at the bottom as a PV2, but you gotta start somewhere. I guess all that time contracted prior as an officer cadet didn't count for much, did it? I love serving the state and my fellow Texans.
Breaking my leg was not something I had planned out. Basically, I was out paintballing with Chris and the rest for the beginnings of his Batchelor party, and I was walking back through the creek we play at, and a rock I was standing on broke apart from underneath me, causing my foot to bend a direction it was not meant to bend towards, falling three feet into the bottom of a muddy creek. It took the guys the better of two hours to get me out of the creek and back to our POVs some half mile away, up a steep hill. The last part of the trip involved dragging me in a truck bedliner they found discarded in the creek. I broke the fibula, fractured the tibula, tore some ligaments, and had to get a plate put in with eight screws. I should be walking without crutches in April, though I've been out since the end of January. Fun times. This will only make things more complicated with the Army and the UTSA PD as far as going through MEPS and the PD physical. All I can do is follow the doc's instructions and heal up as best as I can. The window is closing on these jobs, and I must be able to leap through.
As far as the companion scene goes, I've gotten content for the first time in a long time with just being alone. Perhaps there was a reason behind that broken leg. Before, I still played out in my head the shit I put myself through for the last four years, and now it doesn't seem like such a big deal. Sure, some scars never heal, but it serves a grim reminder of the fate that awaits someone who makes themselves a doormat to their partners. Truth be told, as much as I lust after females like any male would, I really haven't pursued anyone actively in any significant sort of way. I'm done with the whole "one true love of my life" bullshit for a while. There have been so far the following factoids: The ones I wanted are already spoken for, and the ones I found were psychotic bitches that I turned a blind eye towards because I was too much of a pussy to fend for myself. I hated myself, and in a way, I'm sure that only made things worse by acting out against these potential mates because of my own inadequacies. A great way to build a relationship, lemme tell ya. That being said, I'm not advocating my friends out there adopt a radical approach to life and cut off your mates. It makes me smile seeing so many of my friends in recent times find that special someone they truly deserve, particularly in our Radio crowd, since so many of us are social inept at one thing or another. Is there someone out there for me? Prolly, but I'm not in any rush to find out. If it happens, it happens. I used to think fortune always favored the bold, but in matters of the heart, as Pat Benetar would say, love is a battlefield. A battlefield that you don't win medals on. Only scars.