Boy, what a mistake-ah to make-ah.
I came to the realization last night that I'm actually am
a happier person when I involve myself is physically,
emotionally, and(depending on general life situations)
career-related risky activity. Please, don't get me wrong.
I don't mean that I think shady business practices are good,
but after a couple of years of trying to do things in a more
reasonable fashion(like my parents have advised, as well as
a few idiots who were more interested in their own security
and piece of mind rather than my wellbeing), I've realized
that it's made me nothing but an extremely stressed,
repressed, angry, negative, co-dependent, hateful,
suspicious, unlikable, unfriendly, bitter, vindictive,
unpleasant, bad karma reaping, shit-flinging monkey. This
is obviousy Not Good.
What's the worst part about all of this? Well, it means
that most of the mountain of ridiculous stress that's been
sitting on my head like a hippopotamus with a bad case of
the galloping shits is
the cause of trying to be Joe Q. Normal with respect to
As usual, this epiphany came too late. Letting the job
stress build up over 6+ months has caused me to alienate
friends, behave like a co-dependent, pox-ridden, emotional
leper toward my now ex-girlfriend, suffer my first paranoic
episode since I was 14, be a less then perfect pop to my
wonderful little kids,
and in general be a complete ass! Go me!
On the positive side...
Ok. I can't see any obvious positive side. Oh, dear. So
now I have two choices, ladies and gentleyaks! Behind
curtain number one, we have The Next Job. It's currently
looking very lucrative(as long as I forego stock options),
possibly interesting, but a largely non-stressful position
involving wacky hacking. Curtain number two is the
truly fun path! Stay where I am, keep doing the job I'm
doing and see how it pans out! Gasp! Horror! Whatever
shall occur! Now, history would teach me that running away
from a nasty job situation doesn't really improve things in
the long run and generally just delays the inevitable.
Also, after the last half year of stupid stress and even
more moronic behaviour on my part, is it time to cut and run
or should I stick around and not go through it again?
All I want is a Wheel Of Fish to decide my future.
Also, piercing updates:
Upgauged my PA to a 6 gauge bluish titanium circular barbell
with some amusing pointy bells. On Thursday of last week, I
got a bug up my ass and got a nice fishtail labret. I'm
dead sexy and Joanne
is the best.
1. Out of curiousity, I did a search for "shit flinging
monkey" on google
and came across this
link. pantstalk.com? What the hell?
2. How does feces gallop anyway? Ambulatory poop, one of
the signs of the Apocalypse? Discuss.