Officially started DUI school. Three months of hell on Earth that I even get to pay for! What a classy situation.
Oh well, maybe I deserved it as a sort of wake-up call. I was partying a bit too hard and not really being as responsible as I could have been, sure... So maybe this was a way of life giving me a head's up and making me refocus on the little things in life, like oh say - being able to drive a car? Jesus H. Christ, if it didn't already cost an arm and a leg to take the fucking class itself, I'd probably pay for a restricted license. As it stands, I live in a small town, so I can usually get a ride and/or pay for one to wherever I need to go.
Everything seems to be breaking up a bit in our friendship circle - Dan lost his pad, and is living out of his car for about half a month until he can get into a new place. The place he was moving into fell through at the last minute! Talk about bad luck... Well, at least he's not financially destitute or something. And Aaron! Aaron's falling apart, piece by piece. He's one of those friends that are stubborn as a mule, to the point of self-harm.
He absolutely refuses to see a psych to get psych meds, despite having full med coverage w/his job. He's just -that- stubborn about stereotypes he's tacked onto taking psychiatric medications. So while cutting and scalding himself to deal with the emotional and psychological pain of life is okay, admitting you have a problem and going to someone about it isn't okay? What the shit kind of logic is that?!
But life marches on, nonetheless. I'm probably at the lowest point I've had to deal with in a while, as far as circumstances. But not as depressed personally, so dealing with it surprisingly well. The new meds I'm on seem to be helping, and now, despite all the shitty circumstances, "Life Ain't So Shitty"... Funny how things seem to be cope-able if you're in the right frame of mind.
On a positive note, my little nephew Luca is up for a visit! He was wailin' on those drums like a pro
So there you go, a big fat slice of update for you. Hope things are copacetic in your neck of the woods.
Signing out,
6
Oh well, maybe I deserved it as a sort of wake-up call. I was partying a bit too hard and not really being as responsible as I could have been, sure... So maybe this was a way of life giving me a head's up and making me refocus on the little things in life, like oh say - being able to drive a car? Jesus H. Christ, if it didn't already cost an arm and a leg to take the fucking class itself, I'd probably pay for a restricted license. As it stands, I live in a small town, so I can usually get a ride and/or pay for one to wherever I need to go.
Everything seems to be breaking up a bit in our friendship circle - Dan lost his pad, and is living out of his car for about half a month until he can get into a new place. The place he was moving into fell through at the last minute! Talk about bad luck... Well, at least he's not financially destitute or something. And Aaron! Aaron's falling apart, piece by piece. He's one of those friends that are stubborn as a mule, to the point of self-harm.
He absolutely refuses to see a psych to get psych meds, despite having full med coverage w/his job. He's just -that- stubborn about stereotypes he's tacked onto taking psychiatric medications. So while cutting and scalding himself to deal with the emotional and psychological pain of life is okay, admitting you have a problem and going to someone about it isn't okay? What the shit kind of logic is that?!
But life marches on, nonetheless. I'm probably at the lowest point I've had to deal with in a while, as far as circumstances. But not as depressed personally, so dealing with it surprisingly well. The new meds I'm on seem to be helping, and now, despite all the shitty circumstances, "Life Ain't So Shitty"... Funny how things seem to be cope-able if you're in the right frame of mind.
On a positive note, my little nephew Luca is up for a visit! He was wailin' on those drums like a pro
So there you go, a big fat slice of update for you. Hope things are copacetic in your neck of the woods.
Signing out,
6