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I never write anymore. There were times in my life when all I couldn't seem to get a hold of enough paper to write all the nonsense that was flowing aimlessly through and out of my mind...it was all I could do to catch them from the wind to place them on paper. Now it seems that even if I sit down and stare at paper or the monitor, the river of words has dried up, or that it's constantly negative. True, my life the past year hasn't been the greatest, but you'll still find me smiling. Yet I feel that the only time that I write anymore is when a maelstrom has whooshed down threatening to pelt me silly with hailstones.
My life has become monotonous and routine. I get up at 7, stumble into the shower, spend way too much time in there so the hot water can pry my rebellious eyes open. Then I get out, look at the clock and realize I've spent too much time sleeping in the shower to make myself look somewhat "undead". I sit in traffic for 40 min, get to work and pretend that I don't notice my supervisor gives me a hard time about getting there "right at 9, and not five min before" so I can get my programs up when he walked in later than I did. I sit and pretend to laugh or make an excuse why my gorgeous co-worker mentions every day that "wow you look really tired" or on the days that I DO manage to wake up and get myself organized in the morning to where I do actually do something with my face and hair "wow you actually look alive today!" sorry darlin, I wasn't born a beautiful princess like you. Then I pretend to care, or stifle laughs though out the day while people call to get new cable or delete cable
Lady "uh yes, I need to disconnect my cable please"
Me "Al righty I can do that for you. May I ask why though? Are you unhappy with the service?
Lady "well, yes and no actually. You see the Devil lives in my TV feeding on the horrible programming that is now on those channels show, and I just can't have him hovering over my boys like that, it's simply not Christian!"
Me "uhh, yeah I can see how that could be a problem, let me get someone out there immediately to disconnect you" O.o
My faith in common sense has long since been shattered by working for TWC...I've decided most people are DUMB...it's made me feel a hell of a lot smarter though ;-) Anyway, then I get to sit in 40 min of MORE traffic, have dinner, go in my room, watch a movie, talk a bit online, and go to sleep just to do it all over again.
It didn't really occur to me that my life was such a broken record. I did it, didn't think about it, looked forward to the one weekend a month that I got to go down to Socorro and actually HAVE a social life for a few days. This weekend though, my eyes were opened. I'm a very social person, I crave human interaction, the more the better. I didn't realize how empty and boring I've allowed my life to become. Granted life hasn't been easy either. With both my mom and my dad in and out of the hospital, taking care of my grandma, things were a little scary and hectic around here.
I think I've been living my life too much in the past, looking backwards at what I had so much that I never turned around to see what was in front of me. What this new town has to offer as far as new experiences and new friends. Out of all my moves (and I've done quite a few of them) this one was the hardest. Six months and generally I've got a buzzing social life, not just my buds at work, and two outside friends that I do a little with every once in a while (Amy you can't leave!). I just wish I knew where to start!
I think that since I've realized that all I've been doing was being negative and just slugging around, I can finally start my life here in Denver. Now it's time to be proactive and carve a little nook of Denver out for myself. So for those friends who are other places, "GET YOUR ASSES UP HERE!". It's time to paint this town.
My life has become monotonous and routine. I get up at 7, stumble into the shower, spend way too much time in there so the hot water can pry my rebellious eyes open. Then I get out, look at the clock and realize I've spent too much time sleeping in the shower to make myself look somewhat "undead". I sit in traffic for 40 min, get to work and pretend that I don't notice my supervisor gives me a hard time about getting there "right at 9, and not five min before" so I can get my programs up when he walked in later than I did. I sit and pretend to laugh or make an excuse why my gorgeous co-worker mentions every day that "wow you look really tired" or on the days that I DO manage to wake up and get myself organized in the morning to where I do actually do something with my face and hair "wow you actually look alive today!" sorry darlin, I wasn't born a beautiful princess like you. Then I pretend to care, or stifle laughs though out the day while people call to get new cable or delete cable
Lady "uh yes, I need to disconnect my cable please"
Me "Al righty I can do that for you. May I ask why though? Are you unhappy with the service?
Lady "well, yes and no actually. You see the Devil lives in my TV feeding on the horrible programming that is now on those channels show, and I just can't have him hovering over my boys like that, it's simply not Christian!"
Me "uhh, yeah I can see how that could be a problem, let me get someone out there immediately to disconnect you" O.o
My faith in common sense has long since been shattered by working for TWC...I've decided most people are DUMB...it's made me feel a hell of a lot smarter though ;-) Anyway, then I get to sit in 40 min of MORE traffic, have dinner, go in my room, watch a movie, talk a bit online, and go to sleep just to do it all over again.
It didn't really occur to me that my life was such a broken record. I did it, didn't think about it, looked forward to the one weekend a month that I got to go down to Socorro and actually HAVE a social life for a few days. This weekend though, my eyes were opened. I'm a very social person, I crave human interaction, the more the better. I didn't realize how empty and boring I've allowed my life to become. Granted life hasn't been easy either. With both my mom and my dad in and out of the hospital, taking care of my grandma, things were a little scary and hectic around here.
I think I've been living my life too much in the past, looking backwards at what I had so much that I never turned around to see what was in front of me. What this new town has to offer as far as new experiences and new friends. Out of all my moves (and I've done quite a few of them) this one was the hardest. Six months and generally I've got a buzzing social life, not just my buds at work, and two outside friends that I do a little with every once in a while (Amy you can't leave!). I just wish I knew where to start!
I think that since I've realized that all I've been doing was being negative and just slugging around, I can finally start my life here in Denver. Now it's time to be proactive and carve a little nook of Denver out for myself. So for those friends who are other places, "GET YOUR ASSES UP HERE!". It's time to paint this town.