I decided to start this wordpress blog because I’m a follower, crowdpleaser, tagalong, and imitator.
Not really. I decided to start it because I thought it might be fun. I really don’t know what the first thing I want to write about is, so I’m just gonna start thinking and write what I’m thinking about.
I just watched the first few episodes of an anime called Ga-Rei Zero. It’s cool, but there are a few things I’m not fond of. For example, one of the characters fights with briefcases. Yes, I said BRIEFCASES. I thought maybe they had guns in them, and he was going to open them later, but apparently that’s not the case. He straight up fights with briefcases. I really don’t like gimmicky things like that. I feel the same way about the dude in One Piece who fights with three swords. I would prefer he just fight with two and be cliche than for him to fight with three and be gimmicky.
On a completely unrelated, much more depressing note, I wanna talk for a minute about myself and the way I’ve lived my life for awhile now.
I’m depressed. I hate not having a job, I hate not being in school, and I hate beyond measure being a freeloader. I have applied to many places, but still haven’t gotten a job. I’m not saying that to blame my circumstance on anyone else. This is all me. I need to live, but my depression makes me feel hopeless. Honestly, I’m about 95% certain of the cause and source of my depression, and I’m pretty sure that once I get out of this house, things will change. That’s the rub, however, because I’m in a sort of Catch 22. I feel hopeless and worthless, so I don’t want to try at anything because I feel like it’s all a waste. I don’t THINK it’s all a waste. I want to make a big distinction here. My cognition on the subject tells me all the right things to do, but my emotions are like a leash, constantly pulling me back into my old habits of avoidance, isolation, and stagnant inaction. There was a major breakthrough in understanding the situation recently, though. My parents went on a vacation to the mountains for a few days. During that time, it was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I went out, looked for a job every day, worked in the yard, did the dishes, cleaned the house, etc. I was a fucking HUMAN BEING for once. The minute they got back, I went straight back to my room and isolated myself all over again. Now, please, don’t think I’m blaming them. Don’t think I’m saying it’s their fault I make my decisions. It’s not. However, it IS my father’s fault that I’m depressed. That, however, does not lock me into the things I’ve been doing, and so I need to change.
If anyone knows of anywhere that’s hiring, please tell me. I have to get my car repaired and pay off the student loan balance from last time before I can get back to school.