Prodigal Son
What a shock it was to be going through my hotmail account, largely unused these days, only to find an email detailing a reply to something I posted online. Not recognizing anything in the abridged version, I opened the full email and lo and behold, there's been a reply to my Livejournal, which I have not visited in over 5 years.
The reply was nonsense, an ad for a sexual enhancement site or something, but it brought Livejournal back into my realm of consciousness. Several times over the years I've though about keeping a diary, but never seemed to keep up with it. I guess I'll take this as an opportunity to try it out on a digital platform.
A lot has changed in 5 years, and yet everything seems, at least on the surface, to be the same. I guess a more apt way to put it would be that I've changed a lot in 5 years, but my situation has not. A few tragedies, several jobs, and countless wasted hours later, here I sit, still alive, at the very least.
I'm at an interesting point in my life. Now 25, I've still been fairly unlucky in love. I haven't been in anything I would call a successful relationship, but that fact doesn't seem to bother me quite as much as it used to, and is in fact no longer a focus for me. Whether this is due to personal growth or lasting damage, I can't say, but the fact remains: I just don't care for relationships, or sexual involvement of any kind really. The more I think about it, the more my lack of romantic involvement seems to me to be a psychological issue, so... I don't think about it.
For the first time in my life I've been recognized in my work by way of a promotion. Exciting, but nerve-wracking. After years of working at minimum wage in entry level positions in the service industry, I'm finally making a step up. A small one, but nobody ever skips walking and goes straight to running. I'm damn proud of myself.
My living situation is awful at the moment as well. You know those people who tell you "don't live with a friend"? Listen to them. I'll never have the same relationship with my roommate as I did before we lived together. I'm not sure that, once we move out, we'll have any kind of relationship at all.
There's not much else for me to say at this point. Finding my Livejournal was a welcome surprise, and I don't really have anything in particular that I'd like to write about at the moment. I doubt that it will be 5 years between posts anymore though. I'll see if I can't come up with something more substantial to write here. Time to do some soul-searching... and introspection is not my strong suit.
The reply was nonsense, an ad for a sexual enhancement site or something, but it brought Livejournal back into my realm of consciousness. Several times over the years I've though about keeping a diary, but never seemed to keep up with it. I guess I'll take this as an opportunity to try it out on a digital platform.
A lot has changed in 5 years, and yet everything seems, at least on the surface, to be the same. I guess a more apt way to put it would be that I've changed a lot in 5 years, but my situation has not. A few tragedies, several jobs, and countless wasted hours later, here I sit, still alive, at the very least.
I'm at an interesting point in my life. Now 25, I've still been fairly unlucky in love. I haven't been in anything I would call a successful relationship, but that fact doesn't seem to bother me quite as much as it used to, and is in fact no longer a focus for me. Whether this is due to personal growth or lasting damage, I can't say, but the fact remains: I just don't care for relationships, or sexual involvement of any kind really. The more I think about it, the more my lack of romantic involvement seems to me to be a psychological issue, so... I don't think about it.
For the first time in my life I've been recognized in my work by way of a promotion. Exciting, but nerve-wracking. After years of working at minimum wage in entry level positions in the service industry, I'm finally making a step up. A small one, but nobody ever skips walking and goes straight to running. I'm damn proud of myself.
My living situation is awful at the moment as well. You know those people who tell you "don't live with a friend"? Listen to them. I'll never have the same relationship with my roommate as I did before we lived together. I'm not sure that, once we move out, we'll have any kind of relationship at all.
There's not much else for me to say at this point. Finding my Livejournal was a welcome surprise, and I don't really have anything in particular that I'd like to write about at the moment. I doubt that it will be 5 years between posts anymore though. I'll see if I can't come up with something more substantial to write here. Time to do some soul-searching... and introspection is not my strong suit.