Week 2 has started on the Art and Soul Reloaded self-workshop created by Pam Grout and I’m already behind. Time seems to slip from faster each day. My energy is zapped and thoughts of just quitting life creeps up on me without worrying if I hear its footsteps or not. Quitting is very attractive and luring, it’s no longer coy about its intentions.
Starting a new journey isn’t easy. Oh you know the whole every journey of a thousand steps starts with the first step which is the hardest, it goes something like that, I think. Anyway, I not only started one, but I started two. With great hopes this is the direction of which I should be taking in this life. What is the second journey you ask? Or did you, or was that my Cory stepping in again. Well, let’s appease everyone. I started a 40 training class for a possible job of which I have an interview for on the 17th.
It’s not as if I’m not educated and qualified, but even the most educated need some extra training right. It only took me 4 days in which to decide whether or not to spend the $99.00 on the class. Yep, that’s me, very very confused at the moment.
This is what the world of a depressed person deals with daily. No one has a clue, I smile, seem self-confident, quite funny if I say so myself. Yet, as each year goes by, I become quieter and quieter. My energy, will, motivation, how ever you’d like to term it, is waning. Maybe because I’m getting older and my ‘giving zero fuck’s’ list is growing more and more each day. Who knows, but it’s getting darker in here and I’m beginning to like it.
In being confused when anyone attempts to discuss a situation or decision that has taken you a quite bit of time to be comfortable with, tries to discuss the positive or negative side of it, when you’re barely hanging on to the idea of the decision, well, it knocks you on your ass. Yes, I have a decision bully around me all the time. Not encouraging, unless this person believes it’s the best for me, or them, or somebody else who isn’t me and doesn’t have my issues. When they start talking, I search for the exit, breathe deep and sigh as a hint to shut the fuck up and leave me alone or I just may jump into that nice warm comfy dark abyss inside my mind.
Challenging someone like me is like bleeding around a shark. I will attack and I will flee after the attack. You poked me, tempted me, now leave me the fuck or alone or I will eat you. I forgive those who don’t know me, or if it’s in a work situation. Yet, those who know me, well, you must be a glutton for punishment. Or maybe, you just like being a decision bully, dream killer. You may call it being a devil’s advocate, I call it being an asshole.
So today, I go forward, holding my head up high, trying to figure out where the next ‘step’ is going to be and how painful will it be when I take it. I can tell you one of the steps is going to be in role-playing. It’s not something I can do or want to do. Ask me to pretend a grown-ass adult is a child…yeah, how is this even relevant and productive. Its not, nor can it be and I believe a lot of good people may have been turned away due to a poor role-playing interviewing attempts. Some people are just better at hands on operations, not fake playing. If I could fake-play, I’d become an actor and laugh all the time.
Can I have the check now, and where is the exit? Thank you.