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 A day in the life

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Oct 01, 2001
Monday, October 01 2001
Every monday I remind myself that I have to get through 5 more days till the weekend, and every weekend becomes monday morning in about 10 seconds. Or so it seems. I'm just hoping that this week will be more enjoyable. I've been under so much stress lately, but I think that I've almost got everything settled out enough that I can actually get on without a panic attack every 15 minutes.


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I know my problems probably seem trivial to most, but they have been enough to keep me from relaxing for the last few months.

My first priority was to get a new car. My truck got smashed in a parking lot (drunk driver), so I finally had an excuse to get rid of it. It always passed inspections, by some miracle or another, but I didn't feel safe driving it for more than about 5 miles. I've been saving over the summer, and was able to scratch together enough for a down payment on a new truck 2 weeks ago. Nothing special, but at least everything on it works.

That was the easy one. A few days later I almost broke up with my fiance. We had been having problems for a few days, but nothing was ever getting resolved.
Indirectly I guess you could say it was my fault. I'd been really stressed out over the terrorist incident last month. Not over the incident itself, mind you, but over the fact that two friends of mine (one who I've known for a few years) have been missing since then, and quite a few other people I know are in the US military and now on call (including my little sister's husband, an infantry marine)
I've been able to deal with all this pretty well for the most part, but my fiance is rather 'emotional' and tends to blow up if I say the wrong thing at the wrong time. Not too frequently, but in the last few weeks I've said a lot of things that I shouldn't, simply because I haven't thought them out as well. (A lot of people think I'm afraid of speaking in public, but the fact is that I just think through everything I'm going to say before I say it. I'm a natural peacekeeper, determined to keep everyone happy without offending anyone.)
Basically, she thought I was upset with her, while I thought she was upset with her, and the little issues that normally just pass by without more than a hiccup almost tore us apart. (We were technically broken up for about 10 hours, before we came to our senses.) We had a long discussion over the weekend, and now things are better than ever. All the little things that we never bother complaining about were thrown around last week and we actually managed to compromise some of them out of the picture, making us both happier.
Barring any further insanity we should be married next spring.

That one was a little more delicate, and a lot more long winded. My third stress lately I mentioned above, with the terrorist attack and missing or soon to be in harms way friends. Not much new to add to that one, I've just got to hope everything turns out ok.

That leaves the one that has really been getting me wound up lately. I mentioned above that I replaced my old truck with a new truck. That's not because I like trucks. It's because I can afford them. (We're talking about puny little nissans here.) I've been looking around for a new place to live for the last two years. It'll probably wait until I get married and can draw on two incomes, so until then I'll be staying with a friend. Or that was what I had origanally planned.
After living together for about 3 months, the apartment complex was bought out to make way for a new shopping center. Apparently they rezoned a lot of land, because demand for apartments went way up, driving the price through the roof. Fortunately, we were able to pick up a third roomate, a friend we had both know through college.
Things were good again for another month or so, but then my roomates got into one hell of a fight (over a woman, of course), and to date have not talked civily towards one another. I sided with one, and remained there for a few months, until I discovered that my roomate was the one in the wrong. (We had brought in two more people to help with rent, and one of them knew more of the story than I did.)
So, I moved back in with my old roomate, and things were good again. Or so I thought. This time we were renting a small house just off campus, but of course the university expanded, and our aparment of just a year ago is now the site of the new Senior's dorm. Yup, it happened again, we were forced out on the street. We had a little scrambling to find new places before being evicted, and for awhile I thought I might have to stay with my grandmother, which would actually have been ideal if she hadn't lived almost two hours from work.
Fortunately I found someplace closer, and have been living there since, but that's only until the end of this month, after which I'll be moving back in with my old roomate again. He's buying the place, and we had been planning on moving in there since the first move mentioned above. We hadn' t been planning on living in so many other places in the meantime.
If I can just manage to hold out here for another month I should be fine on that front too. I sure hope so, because it's really been getting to me. You can't imagine how frustrating it is to have to move every 3 months for almost 2 years. I can't remember the last time I got mail that hasnt been forwarded through at least 2 addresses.

Wish me luck


that's a bitch, dude (none / 0) (#1)
by osm on Mon Oct 1st, 2001 at 05:07:49 PM PST
i hate moving. i hate it. that's why i'm living alone in a two-bedroomm apartment right now. i guess i like the space, though.

as for your fiance, my viewpoint is a bit extreme. i have recently come to the conclusion that there is more truth to the bible than i had originally given it credit for. women are indeed evil. this is a strange sentiment for me, for i used to believe they were god's gift to man. now, i can't stand so much as looking at them.

i've always had good car karma, so i can't really empathize there.

i guess my advice would be to become a monk. you won't need a car, you won't need to worry about finding a place to live, you won't have to worry about women and (i'm assuming you're attending college), you will save your mind from the festering nonsense spewing forth from our universities. too much education is as bad as too much lsd.

my god, what have i become.

women are evil...? (5.00 / 1) (#2)
by elby on Mon Oct 1st, 2001 at 05:44:46 PM PST
all women?

let me put it this way (5.00 / 1) (#3)
by osm on Mon Oct 1st, 2001 at 07:35:09 PM PST
when was the last time she wrote a touching, tender, heart-felt expression of her feelings for me? bitch.

Uh oh... (none / 0) (#4)
by elby on Mon Oct 1st, 2001 at 08:33:12 PM PST
Somethings seriously wrong here, you scare me when you talk like that.


we're not all horrible... (none / 0) (#5)
by hauntedattics on Tue Oct 2nd, 2001 at 01:34:20 PM PST
Some of us will even give you a warning before carving your heart up slowly with a dull butter knife, dragging the pieces through the mud and feeding the remains to wild dogs...

at least you're honest about it (none / 0) (#6)
by osm on Tue Oct 2nd, 2001 at 04:45:04 PM PST
that much i can respect.

Well, it's life though (none / 0) (#7)
by westgeof on Wed Oct 3rd, 2001 at 03:33:02 PM PST
If all goes well, I should only have two more moves in the next 2+ years. (I'll be moving in with my old roomate until I get married, at which point I'll get my own place and live there indefinately) I'm crossing my fingers until then, I've always been [in]famous for horrible luck.

Oh well. I can't quite agree with your views on women (yet,) but I'm starting to wonder. I don't know how many times I've heard lines like 'If you love me you'll give up everything that is important to you," or "Do whatever the hell you want, I'll be ok," or my favorite, "I just want you to be happy." *cough* It'd probably be easier if I just gave up all semblance of free will and submited to her wishes 100%, but I just can't live like that, so stuff like that happens is bound to happen. My (sarcasm alert) "favorite" argument was over spending time together. She got rather upset when I refused to spend every waking moment either at work or with her. I'm not kidding. She is still in college, taking a rather light load, so she does her thing between classes and before I get off work. The rest of the day she plans to spend with me, no exceptions. Now I do love her, but I could not for the life of me convince her that I might have another reason, besides not loving her, for wanting a little time to hang out with friends or just be alone. "If you love me you'll want to be with me all the time"
Ug, I'm ranting... sorry. It's not always that bad. We always work things out, it's just never delicately. Every issue we discuss ends up in heated (irrational) debate, often leading to days or even weeks of fighting, until we get tired of fighting. We then find a compromise, and agree to never fight again. *sigh* Women....

Now believe it or not, that monk comment was pretty close to the mark. My early years in college (sorry, I am a graduate, don't let the fact that I never grew up fool you), I studied religion a great deal, and would have minored in it had that option been available. However, instead of convincing me to be a monk, or a priest/rabbi/whatever, it kinda backfired and I would up agnostic. I still believe in *something*, I just don't know what it is. All I do know is that organized religion, while it does have some nicer aspects, is pure fiction.

As a child I wanted to know everything. Now I miss my ignorance.


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