And, man…Do I so not want to go.
Anyone who’s been reading along might know that I signed up for an 8-week course recently, and I am also looking at pursuing an associates degree after that.
I’ve been pretty psyched up for it the past week or so, but now that it’s here I really want nothing to do with it.
Isn’t that always the way though?
As I sit here typing this I can’t help but think that all these exciting new adventures wouldn’t be available to me if I hadn’t lost my job last month.
And right now that thought really pisses me off.
I’m pissed off at myself for spinning out of control.
I’m pissed off at my former managers for not looking out for me better.
I’m pissed off at all the supposed friends who seem to have forgotten I exist in the last three weeks.
I’m pissed off that I have to rebuild my freaking life from damn near square one.
I was comfortable in my old job. Despite the stress, the aggravation and the constant ego clashes, I was comfortable, damn it.
Stockholm Syndrome, anyone?
Yes, I’m feeling angry right now. Bitter? Check. Defeated? Roger that.
All that said, I’m gonna push forward anyhow.
Why? Well, first and foremost, I have no choice.
But, just as importantly, when all is said and done, I’ll be better off for it.
Now I know that I need to set boundaries within myself and with others.
Now I know just who my true friends are.
Now I know just like the album title says: Satisfaction Is The Death Of Desire.
I was comfortable and I was satisfied with my lot in life.
I guess it’s time I learn to adjust my comfort level.
I was settling for less than I should have, and perhaps that’s the thing that should piss me off most of all.
Never stop reaching. Never stop trying.
Peace, y’all.


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