greatbear: (headsmash)
I used to enjoy this time of year. As a kid, school would be out, the weather would be warm,I'd be outside all the time to the point where my hair would practically bleach white. This feeling continued into my adult years, being outside, helping Mom with her gardening, working on cars until the wee hours of the morning, building stuff, lots of activity. In the past few years, what once was like pure freedom has become more like some sort of wet blanket. Momentum I had about a month or so ago has completely ground to a halt, supplies I have accumulated for needed work around the house is just sitting, and many recent projects are stuck partially completed. A lot of this is due to this being the time of year I'd spent involved with Mom's decline in health and eventual death, but it also seems to be a lot more at play as well. Work absolutely sucks, with some downright nasty backstabbing and political shenanigans coming into play as we face being relocated to an off-site facility which will serve to make my job (and many others') a lot more difficult while allowing management and their bootlickers to build a fiefdom of ego beyond what they have already accomplished. I don't know how much more of this I can take before I snap. And that will not be pretty.

Of course, that which I look forward to, our little vacations, is a big help. However, as has become tradition it seems, as we close in on our holiday, turmoil at Jeff's workplace rears it's ugly head and threatens to put a damper on our fun if not cancel it entirely. Bless his warm, fuzzy heart, Jeff has been working extremely hard to get folks to fill in for an employee in a critical position that was just let go. So far it's been a success, but it would not take much to come apart. There is absolutely no extra coverage, and if someone can't make it in, Jeff will have to fill in. That means no trip to PTown, or cutting it short. At least at his current employer they've been a bit more accommodating than some previous ones, where Jeff had been stuck taking over for others and having no day off for a month or more, along with 10-14 hour days to boot. Still, this casts a cloud over the limited time we get to spend together having some much-needed "us" time. All I can do now is ask all of you in LJ land who reads my scribblings to keep your fingers crossed.

I luckily have three days off this weekend, and that time will be spent, hopefully, getting things done around the house and yard so we can get all set for our trip in a week. Friday I have an appointment to take the truck to the dealership for a recall notice and minor warranty work. Unfortunately, I will be stuck in a waiting room reading new vehicle brochures when I could instead be doing more productive stuff. Let's hope it's not a long wait.
greatbear: (blackness)
I havent had much of a mind towards any meaningful updates to this blog-like mess in recent days. Too many disconnected thoughts, ennui, anger, disgust and outright hatred of political figures and current events, distractions... pick one, pick 'em all, they are not only keeping me from doing anything here, but also making me live a shuttered, insular, almost hermit-like existence lately. While the recent jaunt to NYC was a nice (and needed) little excursion, it was mostly just a shaft of light shining down into a grey, quiet life I've been leading. Like a focused spotlight on a darkened stage, I just stood in it for a while till it eventually extinguished and I went back to my usual routines. Such has been the norm for a while.

I have a great deal to be thankful for and happy about, don't get me wrong. I just tend to keep those things close to me. For some reason though, I am letting things mostly outside of my control get to me. This country, this world is a mess, and there is no sign of it improving. I am sick to death of politics, and I'd like to simply ignore it all if it weren't for the fact that it involves and is directed at me and my friends most of the time. I am angry about corporate power grabs that increase every day and cost me money and take away my rights. I harber a particularly bileful brand of ire for religion and how it has become nothing more than a mental illness and is keeping people ignorant, manipulatable and in constant fear. Right now, the only thing keeping me from exploding and taking it out on some other human is my being able to get away from it all and temper my occasional rage.

I feel fortunate that I have more friends now than at any other time in my life. I also find that a lot of these friends are under similar pressures in some ways. I am also frustrated that many of them are either unaware of some of the issues causing problems, or worse, choose to ignore them. I help where I can, and am glad when it's appreciated.

I guess part of my 'problem' is caused by my empathic nature. I care about people. My empathy, however, is countered by the feeling that people are the sum of their actions. To me, if someone's existence centers around, say, taking advantage of or harming others, that person is disposable. I will feel no pain whatsoever if such an individual gets his 'just desserts', or worse. It's an odd mental space to be in.

I've got to find a means to take this negative energy and somehow use it in a positive way. The gym is an option, but to be honest, the ones around here seem to be filled with self important types looking to socialize. I have to find an old-fashioned powerlifting gym that scares away the 'socialites'.

My own entries into my blog have pissed me off to the point of not completing them. The "Music And Your Rights" series I have been continuing has reached a point of such absurdity in regards to what the 'media companies' are trying to accomplish (and, unfortunately, succeeding) that I don't even want to see the words I have written. Greed knows no boundaries anymore, and I feel trying to let people know the 'deal' is falling on deaf ears.

My blog will continue to exist, but at this point I am not sure in what form. Mostly it is just a gateway into my friends list right now, which is where I spend my time with it. You'll see comments from me, but not much in the way of my own entries until I sort out things in my life.

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