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Remnants from Memory of Old

6/28/2015

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Well, I most certainly did not expect to hear from you all of a sudden. Well, actually, let me rephrase. I most certainly did not expect your name to come up. Those words to be mouthed by someone other than me. Specially when I haven't really had an opportunity nor the need to mouth those words for a long while. But as always, I overthink things, so I figured, there must be a reason why this person decided to inform me about you.

Perhaps it was a warning. Perhaps it was a show of care from this person, a need to express that they care about my well-being. But what do I know, I know nothing. Maybe they wanted to see how I'd react. Or you told them to ask me about you. I don't know. Like I said, I overthink things.


I am starting to realize perhaps this town is just too small. I thought at first it would be an improvement from where I used to live, but perhaps I was wrong or over-exaggerated the thought when I felt moving here would provide me with a much larger area to explore and get lost in. Again, what do I know. I overthink things quite a lot.


Perhaps it was just a casual conversation starter. Perhaps this person does not realize that I much rather not hear about you. Not because I hate you. Not because I wish you wrong. No. I don't feel hate towards you. I forgave you long ago. Whatever you might have heard about me and my thoughts about you, probably was an exaggeration, a miscommunication, or perhaps even just my anger talking. But thing is, I much rather not hear about you, listen to rumors or small talk about you because frankly, I believe our splitting up was meant to be from the very beginning. It was a lesson to be taught, a lesson to be learned. Not hearing from you only adds to the lesson, adds to the fact that I've moved on. A chapter closed.

Why other people insist on bringing you up is beyond me.

But then again, I always felt like my work environment was a bit like high school.

Some photographs can't seem to just burn away.

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Dream A Little Dream of Me

6/10/2015

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SOUL-LESS DICKBAG

6/9/2015

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Dust in the Wind

I used to care. About a lot of things. Mostly, the important things. Heck, even the unimportant more simplistic but easy-to-miss things in a normal particular day. Then, one day, I simply stopped. I could no longer care for it all. It slipped right from under me, out into the world spewing all those serpents from my mind that had kept all the doubt and the stress that came with the responsibility of caring for so much for so long in my life.


It all began at work, a place I used to look at as an escape from the real world bull that came with my sudden change of lifestyle. I had written off my friends and had chosen to take my life in a much healthier way, let's call it, playing it safe.


Well, playing it safe included coating myself in a protective layer of pure pretend, something I did just to fit in, to "meld with the crowd" and to "assimilate" to the everyday regular guy that one ran into on the street. Well, I guess there came a time when the stress just got me. When this mask I had decided to put on slowly started to tear itself apart.


My mind could no longer hide the broken circuitry for it had come apart at the seams. So much of who I was felt forced, faked, that had now become like a complete stranger. So I broke, I couldn't take it. I let all the cares in the world slip away, and I was no longer the same person at work.


I figured that throughout all the time, more specifically, since I had gotten the promotion offered to me about a year ago, I had been working extra hard, pushing myself, and even doing things that perhaps were not even my responsibility, but as a hard-worker that I've always been, I felt like picking up some slack was nothing more than just "doing my job."


Perhaps I got blinded to the fact that for some people, me working equaled me doing too much. Was I making others look bad? Was I supposed to not do that? After all, the promotion came with more power and responsibility that I figured the more I worked...well, makes sense, right? I just looked at it as doing my job, like I said.


That was one drop of stress.

The second came when all hell broke loose at work. People were quitting and getting fired left and right. Our numbers were thinning out and I was just as amazed, if not more, as any other higher-up on the field. However, see, what the problem here was, not that this was all happening suddenly and of-kilter, but the fact that everyone else didn't seem to care or at least show that they cared. It was almost as if it was expected or perhaps even something usual in a day's work. This bothered me. Quite a lot as it kept on happening.



You would think that keeping staff around would be easy, but as it turns out, most of the ones gone didn't value a job as important or simply had "better" things to do. I'll never understand it, nor do I want to.


See, the third drop happened to come unto me like a snake in the grass. It had been hiding there for a while and had clenched its teeth onto my leg and was slowly sucking my blood dry as time went on. I figured, eh, I got promoted, so okay, it'll take time until it all becomes official. I guess I just didn't think it would take this long. And believe me, I can have a lot of patience for a lot of things, but it had seemed to me that my patience had hit its limit.


It now felt wrong to work hard. To care. And so I stopped--I had to, before the stress run me down like a fever, like the poison the snake had sneaked in me through my veins was somehow dormant until this very moment. When it finally made me open my eyes and realize that I was going nowhere and real fast.


It was the moment of truth that I had been waiting for a while; I had come to hit a wall in which I had to make a decision. Should I try to dig my way around it, or just stay there facing it, waiting for it to come down on its own?


All I had in front of me was a spoon. And by God, was I dead-set on using it. So I chose to dig around it. Thing is, the more I dug, the more I uncovered about myself and where I was. What I was.


At first I wasn't sure, but then I realized, I was just a face in the crowd.


Expressionless, wide-eyed, simple, yet unrecognizable face lost in the sea of blue shirts and black vests.


I didn't feel like I mattered. Like I was making a difference. I didn't feel like I deserved the promotion, let alone needed it.


I felt. Nothing. 
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