Well, my car got stolen last week. Right out from under my bedroom window. I woke up tuesday morning to go to a training session for work, and it was gone. Yay.
The best part was how my boss called me up, and even after I explained that I had missed the training session on the far side of Phoenix because I had to sit around and file a police report, he still was pissy, and even implied that I should miss all my classes the next day in order to attend the other training session. Yeah. Right. Midget asshole of a boss.
So combine all this with me fighting with my girlfriend, me still being in a fallout phase with my friends, and me being severely depressed about several issues in life, I had a fairly shitty week last week. Probably one of the worst in my life.
On the flipside though, I actually got the guts to sit and talk to my parents and convince them I needed to speak to a counselor or psychiatrist. I've been depressed for a while now, but it's become such a regular thing that I've just gotten used to it... it somehow became the status quo in my life, as busy as I was. So now I'm doing something about it.
Plus, I've been reading a shitload recently. It's part escapism, and in some cases, part self-therapy, depending on the reading material. In the last month, I've read Fight Club (for the third time, but it's been a while), the first two books in Steven King's Dark Tower series, the first book in the old Dragonlance trilogy (nerds, you know what I'm talking about), Kerouac's Dharma Bums (for the second time at least), a book called Hardcore Zen, and a similar book called Dharma Punx (methinks an allusion to the afforementioned Kerouac classic). Yes, all that in the past month. Most of my friends don't read that much in six months. Escapism is fun.
So thinks are at an all-time low from a situational point-of-view, but from the personal motivation side, for the first time I'm actually being proactive in fixing all of this shit around me. So that's kind of a good thing. I'm still pretty lost and, considering my lack of friends and the flux of my current relationship, kind of lonely. But most of that can be dealt with, especially now that I'll be getting some much-needed counseling.
Oh yeah, and I finally beat Final Fantasy Tactics Advance on my Game Boy. Fucking great game. The ending (and I guess the whole plot) kind of got me thinking about Changeling: the Dreaming (once again, nerds unite!); it also got me thinking about how I haven't run a White Wolf RPG since high school. I might have to drag my brother in again, and see if I can get my ever-skeptical, ever-critical girlfriend to get involved too. Fuck TV, role playing games are the future. I think.
Current Mood: Insightfully depressed.
Current Music: Tristania, Mastodon, Christian Death, Rage Against the Machine... anything angry, dark, and antiauthoritarian. I haven't busted out the Moby and Coldplay for like two months... that shows you how crappy things have been. I can only listen to happy music when I'm happy.
The best part was how my boss called me up, and even after I explained that I had missed the training session on the far side of Phoenix because I had to sit around and file a police report, he still was pissy, and even implied that I should miss all my classes the next day in order to attend the other training session. Yeah. Right. Midget asshole of a boss.
So combine all this with me fighting with my girlfriend, me still being in a fallout phase with my friends, and me being severely depressed about several issues in life, I had a fairly shitty week last week. Probably one of the worst in my life.
On the flipside though, I actually got the guts to sit and talk to my parents and convince them I needed to speak to a counselor or psychiatrist. I've been depressed for a while now, but it's become such a regular thing that I've just gotten used to it... it somehow became the status quo in my life, as busy as I was. So now I'm doing something about it.
Plus, I've been reading a shitload recently. It's part escapism, and in some cases, part self-therapy, depending on the reading material. In the last month, I've read Fight Club (for the third time, but it's been a while), the first two books in Steven King's Dark Tower series, the first book in the old Dragonlance trilogy (nerds, you know what I'm talking about), Kerouac's Dharma Bums (for the second time at least), a book called Hardcore Zen, and a similar book called Dharma Punx (methinks an allusion to the afforementioned Kerouac classic). Yes, all that in the past month. Most of my friends don't read that much in six months. Escapism is fun.
So thinks are at an all-time low from a situational point-of-view, but from the personal motivation side, for the first time I'm actually being proactive in fixing all of this shit around me. So that's kind of a good thing. I'm still pretty lost and, considering my lack of friends and the flux of my current relationship, kind of lonely. But most of that can be dealt with, especially now that I'll be getting some much-needed counseling.
Oh yeah, and I finally beat Final Fantasy Tactics Advance on my Game Boy. Fucking great game. The ending (and I guess the whole plot) kind of got me thinking about Changeling: the Dreaming (once again, nerds unite!); it also got me thinking about how I haven't run a White Wolf RPG since high school. I might have to drag my brother in again, and see if I can get my ever-skeptical, ever-critical girlfriend to get involved too. Fuck TV, role playing games are the future. I think.
Current Mood: Insightfully depressed.
Current Music: Tristania, Mastodon, Christian Death, Rage Against the Machine... anything angry, dark, and antiauthoritarian. I haven't busted out the Moby and Coldplay for like two months... that shows you how crappy things have been. I can only listen to happy music when I'm happy.