Ok, here's the thing about doing dishes
Well, where to begin. Well, like all good stories, let us start with a vague statement and work slowly towards random subject matters that would otherwise be left open, on a shelf, gathering much dust.
I hate doing dishes. Now, you are probably reading this going, "No shit, everyone hates doing dishes." Well, I hate to break it to you, not everyone hates it, some enjoy it, and in addition to that fact few people are like myself when referring to dishes. Washing plates and other such eating necessities is fine by me, not the favorite past time, but still. I use dishes as if it's some type of metaphor for the general build up of life's filth upon your soul. Yes, I said soul. While neither truly religious, or profane, I due subscribe to a certain notion that one has a soul, or some such thing. You will have to forgive the many tangents that I seem to take while telling a story, while superfluous they may be it helps me to wander my own psyche. So, why would I use such a metaphor?
Simple.
Like all good sub stories it starts with a girl, or several of them for that matter. As a child I was raised in a predominantly matriarchal household. Full of estrogen. Whether of not this had any effect on my relationships I can be certain, but neither the time nor the place. Ok, so how can I put this......................Being raised in an environment where there is somewhere always there had the following effects on me; I felt loved, Suffocated, and became dependent. This has led to the following issues currently in my life.
I cannot be alone. I genuinely dislike it, not a matter of being with someone all day long. It's more an issue with having someone around to do things with, this is fine on the friends side(much respect to those in my life who tend to be there when I need it), but this however has been very hard for me to deal with from a lack of relationship point of view. I however can't seem to find a fix for that. Most girls either are too needy, or aren't........"nerd-friendly". So there's the first issue.
Now, the next point that I'm going to raise is the fact that I'm used to everyone doing something around the house, not just when someone flips out and starts yelling. I'm hugely accustomed to people cleaning after themselves.
Ok. I've said quite a bit of peace. The last bit of lingering mental aftertaste is as follows. Work. So, I have been largely unhappy with my current job. I have been attempting to pursue a job in the banking world. Well, today was......saturated with weighty things. We had a trainer's meeting where we discussed tons of random things and in the process, somehow I became the training team leader......WTF! Now I'm not saying I'm unable to accomplish the duties set before me, it's just that people really think I'm the guy? I'm nice, fairly intelligent, and outgoing, but never would I have had myself pegged as a leader of any sort....
Well, this has left me to say the least overloaded. So much is on my mind. I just want to kick back on a beach and retire....
40 years, 3 months, and 4 days to go.......
I hate doing dishes. Now, you are probably reading this going, "No shit, everyone hates doing dishes." Well, I hate to break it to you, not everyone hates it, some enjoy it, and in addition to that fact few people are like myself when referring to dishes. Washing plates and other such eating necessities is fine by me, not the favorite past time, but still. I use dishes as if it's some type of metaphor for the general build up of life's filth upon your soul. Yes, I said soul. While neither truly religious, or profane, I due subscribe to a certain notion that one has a soul, or some such thing. You will have to forgive the many tangents that I seem to take while telling a story, while superfluous they may be it helps me to wander my own psyche. So, why would I use such a metaphor?
Simple.
Like all good sub stories it starts with a girl, or several of them for that matter. As a child I was raised in a predominantly matriarchal household. Full of estrogen. Whether of not this had any effect on my relationships I can be certain, but neither the time nor the place. Ok, so how can I put this......................Being raised in an environment where there is somewhere always there had the following effects on me; I felt loved, Suffocated, and became dependent. This has led to the following issues currently in my life.
I cannot be alone. I genuinely dislike it, not a matter of being with someone all day long. It's more an issue with having someone around to do things with, this is fine on the friends side(much respect to those in my life who tend to be there when I need it), but this however has been very hard for me to deal with from a lack of relationship point of view. I however can't seem to find a fix for that. Most girls either are too needy, or aren't........"nerd-friendly". So there's the first issue.
Now, the next point that I'm going to raise is the fact that I'm used to everyone doing something around the house, not just when someone flips out and starts yelling. I'm hugely accustomed to people cleaning after themselves.
Ok. I've said quite a bit of peace. The last bit of lingering mental aftertaste is as follows. Work. So, I have been largely unhappy with my current job. I have been attempting to pursue a job in the banking world. Well, today was......saturated with weighty things. We had a trainer's meeting where we discussed tons of random things and in the process, somehow I became the training team leader......WTF! Now I'm not saying I'm unable to accomplish the duties set before me, it's just that people really think I'm the guy? I'm nice, fairly intelligent, and outgoing, but never would I have had myself pegged as a leader of any sort....
Well, this has left me to say the least overloaded. So much is on my mind. I just want to kick back on a beach and retire....
40 years, 3 months, and 4 days to go.......