Gah...Argh....NARF
Work:
Physical or mental effort or activity directed toward the production or accomplishment of something.
Thats what work is right...OH NO not for me. Work feels more like living in a broken home where I am. TIP husbands and wives SHOULD NOT...AND I REPEAT NOT....work together, G*DDAMNIT!!!! These two are driving me crazy. He yells at her all the time for not listening. Frankly, she doesn't listen. That is what drives me crazy about her. I say important things to remember all the time, but she doesn't listen to me. Sadly neither does he. Here in lies the problem, THEY ARE BOTH DEAF TO WHAT IS GOING ON! They have some of the most assinine behavior. He yells at her for shit he did when he was handling that end of the business. She says nothing. SPEAK UP DAMNIT SPEAK UP! He will never lay a hand on you that I GUARANTEE, DAMNIT!. This is some insane BS I deal with BUT I DO. They make me want to stick pins in my eyes. I seriously am thinking of being a masochist while I am work. Just do drown out the chaos in my head cause of these two.
Why am I still here you ask?
Thier Kid
I like this kid too much to quit. As much as I do hate working here 90 percent of the time...and I do hate it, I am still here. In my head, I figure I stay here the business can keep going. If this business fails cause I leave this family is breaking up. I would bet on it. I just do not want this kid to go through a broken home and divorce. I know too many people who have been through this and I would never wish it on anybody. Some kids come out okay but others are just screwed up because of it.
Yes, I apparently do have a complex
I do have this "I must stay here" thing going on in my head. It's the way I was raised. Do good cause that is whats right. Even if does not benefit you now it will benefit you in the long run. So I stay here in my bonds bound to this job. Maybe I'll be free one day. Till then I am serving the term I am given making life a little better for a little kid.
Why don't I do something different
If only. I have no idea what else I would do. I have come to admit to myself MY WRITING SUCKS, I REPEAT IT SUCKS. There I have admitted it. It feels good to say that. I have written stories or things such as that since I was in fourth grade. They were never really good. I would write and write. I would work to get better, but just am not good at this whole writing thing.
My writing is like drawing passable, but it will never get me anywhere in my life. I have like eight story blogs, none of which have been updated in months. Why have they not been updated cause I don't like writing. My stuff is so bad it makes me not want to write anymore. I have never really recieved any raves about my writing. So if anybody out there thinks I write interesting stories, tell me now.
Okay enough of this its more of a I am lost at sea type entry...Most of my entries are like this I have noticed. I feel like I know me but I just don't know where me fits in this world..oh me.
Physical or mental effort or activity directed toward the production or accomplishment of something.
Thats what work is right...OH NO not for me. Work feels more like living in a broken home where I am. TIP husbands and wives SHOULD NOT...AND I REPEAT NOT....work together, G*DDAMNIT!!!! These two are driving me crazy. He yells at her all the time for not listening. Frankly, she doesn't listen. That is what drives me crazy about her. I say important things to remember all the time, but she doesn't listen to me. Sadly neither does he. Here in lies the problem, THEY ARE BOTH DEAF TO WHAT IS GOING ON! They have some of the most assinine behavior. He yells at her for shit he did when he was handling that end of the business. She says nothing. SPEAK UP DAMNIT SPEAK UP! He will never lay a hand on you that I GUARANTEE, DAMNIT!. This is some insane BS I deal with BUT I DO. They make me want to stick pins in my eyes. I seriously am thinking of being a masochist while I am work. Just do drown out the chaos in my head cause of these two.
Why am I still here you ask?
Thier Kid
I like this kid too much to quit. As much as I do hate working here 90 percent of the time...and I do hate it, I am still here. In my head, I figure I stay here the business can keep going. If this business fails cause I leave this family is breaking up. I would bet on it. I just do not want this kid to go through a broken home and divorce. I know too many people who have been through this and I would never wish it on anybody. Some kids come out okay but others are just screwed up because of it.
Yes, I apparently do have a complex
I do have this "I must stay here" thing going on in my head. It's the way I was raised. Do good cause that is whats right. Even if does not benefit you now it will benefit you in the long run. So I stay here in my bonds bound to this job. Maybe I'll be free one day. Till then I am serving the term I am given making life a little better for a little kid.
Why don't I do something different
If only. I have no idea what else I would do. I have come to admit to myself MY WRITING SUCKS, I REPEAT IT SUCKS. There I have admitted it. It feels good to say that. I have written stories or things such as that since I was in fourth grade. They were never really good. I would write and write. I would work to get better, but just am not good at this whole writing thing.
My writing is like drawing passable, but it will never get me anywhere in my life. I have like eight story blogs, none of which have been updated in months. Why have they not been updated cause I don't like writing. My stuff is so bad it makes me not want to write anymore. I have never really recieved any raves about my writing. So if anybody out there thinks I write interesting stories, tell me now.
Okay enough of this its more of a I am lost at sea type entry...Most of my entries are like this I have noticed. I feel like I know me but I just don't know where me fits in this world..oh me.

1 Comments:
IF the family is falling apart, all you are doing is postponing the inevitable. I'm glad you're trying to help this kid, but if you need to leave, do so.
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