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I'm sorry, friends, for not having updated in a long while. Life has been kicking my ass lately.
Today is Christmas Eve, normally a happy day for normal folks. I'm sitting here, waiting to go get Heather from a day working. Yes, on the Eve. Corporate America steals all our souls, one day at a time.
In a few hours I will be back home in Fall Creek, for the first time in months. I don't know what we are going to do there, I don't know what to expect. I'm actually quite dreading it. While my parents mean well, I have fallen so far from the tree that I'm more of a kiwi than an apple.
Still, I miss the place. I grew up there; 21 years of my life spent. Every time I return I return Home. In a few years the place will be sold so my parents can retire. I think that day will be hard on me.
But I'm like that: afraid of changes. When I was much younger, I cried when our toaster died. It was a good toaster, but it was gone. Maybe I really am a basket-case. Perhaps I just understand loss more than others.
I have so much to complain about. And so little to be thankful for.
So I want to thank those people who need it:
For Jordan, Gary, Frank, Carl: Thank you for being my friends. It's been a while since I've had any.
For Jake and Caylon: Distant friends, I wish we had more time.
For Heather: You teach me about Love every day. I know we'll be fine.
For Those that Were: I won't every really forget the lessons I learned.
For a few select bitches: Slaps in the face come to wake me from sleep.
For my parents: I am your child, not the best, not the worst. I'm sorry for the disappointments, glad for the love.
Have holidays from stress, everyone.
-Tim
Today is Christmas Eve, normally a happy day for normal folks. I'm sitting here, waiting to go get Heather from a day working. Yes, on the Eve. Corporate America steals all our souls, one day at a time.
In a few hours I will be back home in Fall Creek, for the first time in months. I don't know what we are going to do there, I don't know what to expect. I'm actually quite dreading it. While my parents mean well, I have fallen so far from the tree that I'm more of a kiwi than an apple.
Still, I miss the place. I grew up there; 21 years of my life spent. Every time I return I return Home. In a few years the place will be sold so my parents can retire. I think that day will be hard on me.
But I'm like that: afraid of changes. When I was much younger, I cried when our toaster died. It was a good toaster, but it was gone. Maybe I really am a basket-case. Perhaps I just understand loss more than others.
I have so much to complain about. And so little to be thankful for.
So I want to thank those people who need it:
For Jordan, Gary, Frank, Carl: Thank you for being my friends. It's been a while since I've had any.
For Jake and Caylon: Distant friends, I wish we had more time.
For Heather: You teach me about Love every day. I know we'll be fine.
For Those that Were: I won't every really forget the lessons I learned.
For a few select bitches: Slaps in the face come to wake me from sleep.
For my parents: I am your child, not the best, not the worst. I'm sorry for the disappointments, glad for the love.
Have holidays from stress, everyone.
-Tim