Write about three things you did for the first time in the past year. (reach-back to 2016)
From November 18, 2016:
Okay, so three things I’ve done this year that I’d never done before. Please excuse the odd organization; i started with bullets, and I’m not sure if that was the correct way to go. There’s multiple paragraphs for each. Of course, if I was writing a DoD PowerPoint presentation, they’d be awesome.
Anyway, on to it….
- Ate a raw oyster. A few, actually. They were listed as a specialty at my friend’s restaurant. I’d been considering doing it. The opportunity presented itself, so I went for it. Reaction? Not bad. Probably something I wouldn’t go for often, but it was good. If you want an example of what a nerd I am, in the months leading up to that time, I actually googled how to eat them. Do you chew them? Swallow whole? What? Obviously, roasted or fried you chew, but what of the raw variety. The answers I found said, essentially, take a few bites, let the flavor circulate around your mouth, then swallow. Yes, this is a pretty lukewarm reaction, but I’ve found months later that I have a craving again. It’s the oddest damned thing.
- Spent a night in the hospital. This one didn’t happen until it was oyster season again. Obviously, they don’t serve those there. Both times were terribly unpleasant. One night the first time, two the second. The second instance was one day shy of a month later. Both were due to infections. Both of different bacteria. Both, ultimately, of the same cause. Protip: when you’re killing your immune system every four weeks, inserting foreign bodies into your body is a really bad idea(TM). Ultimately, I place the blame on one medical provider. I won’t write much about this here because I’m still considering all options (and, yes, that includes whatever legal remedies might be available). But, in my current job, I have no leave at all. None. I don’t even get paid holidays. If I’m not working, I’m not getting paid. I was also completely out-of-control. When I was younger, I prided myself in my ability to put up with nearly anything. Since I got sick, I’ve had to get over that. There’s things that I just can’t control anymore. My body is included in that growing list. That includes my emotions. I’m tempted to go back to some of what I wrote in about 2005 where I felt like I was completely numb to everything. Things have certainly changed. There’ve been high highs, and low lows. Sarah and I chuckle at one of our animated sons, Butters from “South Park,” (And if you know either of us, you can see how that’s our boy….) who was sitting on a curb crying after his girlfriend (a waitress at a place modeled after Hooters) dumped him. Stan was sitting nearby despairing about getting blown out by his new circle of friends. “I’d rather be a crying little pussy than a faggy goth kid.”
- Walked away from a terrible work situation. Here, I’m talking about my last job. I don’t even try to miss it, knowing I won’t be able to. I’m still on decent terms with a few of the people I encountered, but there’s others I hope I never speak to again. Aside from the last two jobs, I’ve never felt that way before. Again, there’s a lot more I could say on this one, but won’t. I was used. I hope the people responsible have memories so short that they can look themselves in the mirror again someday.
I could write for hours about these, but I think I’ve said enough. The last one is a bit of a cop-out; I could have written about the sheer volume of whining about the election. Oh, you’re going to have a peaceful protest? Yeah, I give that about half an hour. Also, nobody cares. The Commonwealth of Virginia supported a loser. Again. This has been true many times in the past. So, too, that I voted for whoever lost.
But I get it. I’m a bigot because I didn’t vote for the party of historic racism. Hmmmm…okay.
I suppose I thought there were a few things I could write about when i plucked this one out, but I’m really having trouble picking something out that’s not sounding like a boast.
Reading the old stuff, though, it’s tough to relay how much that year, in retrospect, fucking sucked.
This is the year, however, of trying to get some things really together.
I’ve gained some insight into why I’ve done what I’ve done sometimes. Also, in retrospect, I’ve not done anything I’m really ashamed of, either. Reading the second bullet there
I do feel, now, that I’m free of some of the burdens I’ve had since I got laid off in 2013.
What I need to be able to do, however, is really forgive some of the folks responsible for how I was treated during those lean years.
*steps away*
Yeah, this prompt is really not working, so I’m going to dig through my drafts to find something else to write about.
Nope. Nothing I’d like to talk about.
*leaves for another cup of coffee*
Still nothing.
Trying to push aside the thoughts of fried porcine delights that are entering my scarred brain. (Canuckistani bacon, if you were wondering….)
And just as I finished spitting that out, my wife comes back from the store, and asks if I want turkey sausage. Yeah, I guess that’ll probably meet the craving.
As for the rest of this entry, I almost feel like I should have some things I desire going forward. Need to get about thinking of a few.
In the meantime, I’m going to stop now. I’ve written enough. Enough for awhile.
I should go figure out accommodations for the trip later this week.