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Lost and floating... - Paint It Black
Living the American dream one heartbreaking piece at a time
Lost and floating...
Sometimes I have a chance to stop doing whatever it is that I'm doing, sit back, and think about things. I believe that thus far my Journal has proven that nothing good comes of when I think, and that it usually leads to some extended, near stream-of-consciousness rant about some topic or another.

Well, here's another one for you to read.

When I moved to the area in 1996 I had a job as a student assistant. I made $6.25 an hour, I was limited to 20 hours a week, and my rent was approximately $300 a month, give or take a little. This didn't leave much leeway for things like gasoline (So I could get to work and school and back again), food, telephone bills or the like. So I dreamt of the time when I could work full time and make decent money. A year or so after I moved ot the area, I was offered a position at the school. What's ironic about it is that it was the position I'd been hired to assist. Okay, so I'm moving up in the world. Now I'm making double what I was before. Things should be better, right? Well, yes, and no. I had to move out of student housing at that point for a number of reasons which I won't go into here. So I got my own apartment and was living happily on that money I was making. Or so I thought... until I realized that with the added bills of my own apartment, and electricity, and phone, and all that goodness... I was roughly back where I started, with paltry money to "play with" and with which to enjoy life.

So I looked for a new job, which I eventually secured, nearly doubling my annual income. If oyu know basic math you've figured out at this point approximately what I was making gross. Net can easily be determined if you know our country's tax tables and are willing to go the extra mile, but that is an exercise I leave for the reader. And since then I've had a merit raise or two, a COL increase and some other augmentations to my yearly salary.

So great... I've got an apartment, I've got a pickup, I have a Camaro, I have credit cards that I'm gradually getting paid down and outside of that, I'm pretty much free and clear. I have a few hundred every month that is disposable, but which I'm currently putting towards my credit cards just because I want to get them paid away so I can buy a house.

But, outside of aspiring for a house, what do I want? Where do I go from here? Why don't I feel more fulfilled and happy? I look back four years or so and realize: maybe I was happier being a pauper student who was just scraping by.

Perhaps it's just nostalgia, perhaps it's just the pining for "the good old days" that everybody has now and then. Maybe I'm having a midlife crisis a few decades early, I really don't know. But whatever it is, I feel so completely disconnected from my life right now I almost find it funny. I suppose I would find it funny if I didn't find it so alarming at the same time. I'm so caught up in my routine, in my day to day that I really don't feel I'm getting to APPRECIATE what my money brings me. I am not associating much with my friends any more, my relationship with my bed is becoming a weird sort of love/hate cycle (Some days I want to sleep all the time, other nights I can't force myself to lay in the bed for more than thirty minutes at a time). I feel sort of lost in all this, like I missed a big sign saying "DETOUR, TURN LEFT HERE" or something.

I don't want to angst and say my life is hell, it's not. There are some pretty good things about it that I wouldn't trade. I know a lot of people, like my friend Don (There will be an entry about him soon), who have it considerably worse than I do. It's not that my life is bad, I just almost feel like I don't belong in it. It feels like it belongs to somebody else. I know it used to belong to me, I was driving it and making it go for quite some time. I just seem to have lost the map and my drive somewhere along the line.

I'll get it back, no doubt. Nothing stays lost forever, as modern science has proven time and time again. So that doesn't worry me, really. I just hate floating around in this limbo, not knowing who I am or what I really want out of life in the time being.

Tyler Durden said it best in Fight Club when he said, "You are not your bank account. You are not hte clothes you wear. You are not the contents of your wallet." No, I'm not. But what, who am I?

Maybe I need to go get the shit kicked out of me a few times and find out?

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Current Music: Pink Floyd - Welcome To The Machine (live)

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From: (Anonymous) Date: July 5th, 2001 02:51 pm (UTC) (Link)

little boy lost

Ah, my bittersweet panther, you seem to be in the same place I am. Lost in the sea of routine, not sure where to go from here.
First off, forget about the money. Yes, it has importance, but don't let the pursuit of a paycheck run your life.
Second, find something that you love, and do it. Maybe it's just an idle hobby, or maybe you can make it into your career. You're lost because you don't enjoy what you're doing, but you don't see an alternative. What is it that you love Feren? What brings you the most enjoyment in life? Don't say "I don't know," because you do. Deep down in your heart, you do know what it is you love, and what is missing from your life.
Most importantly, get out and socialize. Hang out with your friends, make some new ones while you're at it. Yeah, I know I'm one to talk, withdrawing from my own friends as I have, but it is still good advice and you should take it. I will be coming down to spend my Saturday afternoons with you like I used to. I will continue to attempt to organize pack gathers [you boys don't make that task easy on me, what with your conflicting schedules and all]. I will try to bring you out of your funk, even if only for a short while.
Because I care about you Fer.

pack mom

When you are suffering
Know that
You are beloved by me
For ever and always
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