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Posted by on February 13, 2017

Ah blog oh blog how I think I probably should have just let you expire and then journaled. Alas my stupid ass didn’t speak up and good efficient cousin A took care of your renewal, still need to pay that back, should pin a post it to my head as it may be a while.

I started working odd jobs at the age of 11 or so. This was of course just your typical kid jobs, mowing lawns, helping with groceries or moving and such, shoveling walk ways. I got my first proper job at 15 and have pretty much been steadily employed in one form or another. Retail, military, librarian, security just to name a few. Fairly sure I just set a world record for employed to unemployed, it is a record for me anyways. I would have to do some digging to find the exact time frame but less then two weeks I believe. That was all it took for me to resign. It was a choice and I own the fact that I made that choice but that doesn’t make me any less disappointed in myself or the situation.

I don’t like to be unemployed. It makes me feel like I am a failure and that I could not be a proper provider. I know that the notion is a little bit old fashioned and I certainly am not the kind of guy who is going to say that a woman can’t be the provider. Hell I would be a stay at home Dad if things worked out that way, spend all day with the kid and possibly jam on the guitar? Win win as far as I am concerned. But right now, at this point in my life I hate it. I want to pay my own way and not have to rely on handouts from others. I think that is a perfectly normal thing for most people, I know it is among my circle of people anyways.

Given the situation and the choices that were there to make, I feel I made the correct call but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting. That sting feels heightened because again it would seem I got it wrong and thus was essentially made to feel as if I set out to hurt someone. Which is couldn’t possibly be further from the truth at all. I made my choice out of love and care. It isn’t the first time I have made a sacrifice choice and been slapped down for doing so. I don’t know maybe that should tell me that I am indeed a giant idiot and should stop doing those sorts of things, but I can’t help who I am. I can’t help that the very core of my being wants to protect and shield those I care about from anything that I possibly can, even themselves sometimes if it has to be. I did not plan to chose to resign, I didn’t think there would be a point where I would have to do so and I certainly didn’t think it would be in such a short period of time. I can honestly say I am still a bit shell shocked by that part of it. Thus I have been awake all night it is nearly 10 am now and just trying to process everything that happened.

I can’t help but feel like the man who goes back to the battlefield the day after and looks at the carnage that is there. Wondering how the tide could have changed as it did and how it all came to this place. A little dramatic perhaps but that is how it feels right now. Yesterday was not supposed to be a carnage battle. Yesterday was supposed to be like a may day celebration, fun and enjoyable. Spent an enjoyable day with the sprats, little man helped me with something and he was VERY excited about getting to help me with which of course was infectious. Managed to get a little bit of sleep in and everything seemed to be going just fine.

A sliced her foot open on some glass that I didn’t get cleaned up well enough. I felt like a gigantic tool for that, but no serious damage and she didn’t let it bother her to much which was a relief. Not because A wouldn’t have been right to be angry about it but because I wish only healing on her right now and even the stress of a slice to the foot is more then should be laid on her plate. I fixed up her foot and we called it good to go no need to worry about it. I annoyed her some with my stupid babble of excitement for when the kids would go to bed but bless her she took it well enough I know it was just that eye roll cousin annoyance.

And then somehow it all went epicly sideways. I mean worse then Deadpool sideways. So there begins the place where I am looking at the battlefield going, what happened? Everything was fine. What went so wrong that it would end up this way? Why couldn’t the day just have remained good. I needed a good day for a variety of reasons and I am sure I am not the only one. I guess it wasn’t to be so here I stand looking over the field shaking my head and nattering on in my blog. Probably sounding like a right prat too.

There is a point in any situation whether you understand how it came to be or not however, where you can see that something is going to have to happen. That point in a situation where you have to make a choice. That choice will always vary by situation of course and I saw that moment fairly quickly. So to try and shield, help whatever you want to call it two people I very much care about I tendered my resignation. Yes it hurts me to do so, I will not try and pretend it doesn’t. I need the work until I find a teaching position. I truly want to go back to Thailand I miss the kids, I even miss the walk to get food every week. There was a routine to the village and life was a bit simpler overall. Thailand isn’t in the cards right now without strings being pulled and I don’t have any of those. It may never be in the cards, I may have fucked that one up worse then I initially thought. I made a choice however and I own that. Just like I own my choice in tendering my resignation and I own that, doesn’t mean I am going to jump for joy about it though as it was not a good situation.

Either way the choice, gesture the attempt to shield and keep safe doesn’t matter anymore then a pile of dust bunnies. All it served to do was cause more upset, again. There are so many times that I ask myself why I keep getting things so wrong, why the gestures I make the things that I do to express my feelings are seen badly. I won’t lie that hurts, that hurts a lot. I honestly don’t know what too do anymore the target always seems to be moving and what I do never seems to be the choice that gets the right result, or shows the right feeling. Maybe I am just not able to do the right thing, maybe I am that screwed up thanks to a variety of things. I don’t really know anymore. In the end with no answers I can only go on what information I have in front of me so far. It seems my resignation was seen as a selfish thing so that I could have a gift for valentines day. Maybe that is not how it is at all, but I asked point blank about that and have yet to get an answer so what am I supposed to do with the information I have? I hate flipping it around and around and looking at it again and again but that is what I have and that is what I can do with it for the time being. I clearly suck at the whole boyfriend thing and am even worse at being a Dom. That is how it feels right now anyways. If I look even farther back to more distant battlefields with different armies that seems to be the story being told. The singular thing that two different relationships have in common is me, my lack of boyfriendy skills? My crappy Dom skills. Only common denominator is me. So I know what Sherlock Holmes would deduce from that.

Well at any rate it is probably wise to close this blog post out. I have already wandered on for far longer then I should have. Half or more probably makes no sense either. Emotional times and sleep deprivation will do that to you. Man I wish I wasn’t looking over a battlefield right now. I wish I didn’t have $50 in my pocket and no job, it was however my choice so right or wrong I made it. Not like anyone was holding a gun to my head. I just wanted to try and guard against there being even more carnage. Even more hurt. I just wanted to show myself through my actions I couldn’t stop where the situation but I could try to minimize things for others. I wish yesterday just would have gone the way I saw it going. Watching good shows with loved ones, laughing over random geekouts. The picture in my head was so nice. Everyone would have had a nice day, a nice night and would be gainfully employed and going on to the next days tasks without any feeling of heaviness from the night before. It wasn’t meant to be though it would seem. I wish I did not have to make the choice I did but I thought I was doing the right thing. I honestly thought once again that if I could do what needed to be done, things would end up better in the end. Maybe a part of it was selfish I guess. Knowing that a fair amount of guilt, self flagellation (extreme word I am aware but its the only one I have right now), self doubt and whatever else comes along with it would occur and would get worse if other things came to pass I honestly thought I was trying to minimalism it. Watching someone you love consistently go through the aforementioned cycle is painful. So maybe that was a selfish thing of me. I didn’t want to see that happen more. I just want there to be peace, happiness even joy. We all make mistakes in life and there is no harm in feeling bad when they happen, but when it turns into a cycle. I don’t know. I honestly have no idea what I am typing anymore and should just stop. I should also probably not hit publish but I will because it is honest. I made my choice and I don’t hold blame to others for the choice I made. Especially if it was a selfish choice, which I guess it was given what information I have to go with at the moment. I will live with my choice, I do not regret the emotion that lead me to it, I do not regret trying to protect someone I love. I regret that perhaps it was selfish because I did not want to see another round of the aforementioned. I shouldn’t be a selfish man, that is wrong and unfair of me. I just wish mulligans were a real thing. I wish the clock could be turned back and I never would have had to make that choice. We all would have had fun and watched some great shows and been able to get some restful sleep before a day of work, or a day off from work. That is what I really wish.

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