This month I'll be a quarter of a century old. I'm quite sure I'm having a quarter life crisis... is this normal? About two months ago my fiancee and I separated, but as much as I was 100% ready to marry her and start a life, I respected her "cold feet" and need to be single, and handled the entire breakup with a high level of maturity and, dare I say, emotional detachment. Thank God for work. I love working. It must be the Irish-Italian tradition of hard work and hard play-- but I feel useless when I'm not working, loving, playing or drinking to the best of my ability.
When I was growing up I wrote poetry. In fact, I have pages and pages of eloquent philosophizing and soul-searching... and it's been a full two years since I've written anything resembling such a thing (outside the letters to my fiancee when we started our long distance relationship). When I reread those letters, I don't feel anything. I remember staying in bed for 2 weeks over failed relationships not even a quarter as meaningful. I feel like Cartman in the episode where he blows a "funny fuse" after seeing the couple with butts for faces. Somehow, I have successfully buried my emotions-- and while I could cry right now if I watched the last ten minutes of "Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey," there wouldn't be a tear over anything serious. What kind of man cries over something serious, anyway? Fuck that. Shadow limping home to his boy? Niagra falls, Frankie-Angel.
I've decided to start writing again. Check out the layout for my new blog at www.porterbrew.com. Right now it just has my photography, 3D Design and some Latin Dummy text.
I've decided I want to get abroad. I didn't major in international relations and political science to go to D.C. happy hours and “network.” I'm going to apply for JETT or Fullbright and get back to my language study-- possibly teach English in Japan, Korea or China.
I love life. I love my friends, my colleagues, my family. I love this bottle of Jameson 12 year. Tonight, I'm going to watch Deep Space Nine and smoke tobacco from my briar pipe-- a gift from one of my best friends. I'm going to Facebook the night away and chat it up with old friends. Then, tomorrow, I'm going to ride my bike into the city and go to work on a Saturday. THEN, The “Wrath of Khan” is playing at the cultural theatre in Maryland. I'm going to actually see the Wrath of Khan on the big screen!
To all my TrekBBS brethren, stay well. Stay happy. Stay healthy. Here's a drink on me. Slainte'.
When I was growing up I wrote poetry. In fact, I have pages and pages of eloquent philosophizing and soul-searching... and it's been a full two years since I've written anything resembling such a thing (outside the letters to my fiancee when we started our long distance relationship). When I reread those letters, I don't feel anything. I remember staying in bed for 2 weeks over failed relationships not even a quarter as meaningful. I feel like Cartman in the episode where he blows a "funny fuse" after seeing the couple with butts for faces. Somehow, I have successfully buried my emotions-- and while I could cry right now if I watched the last ten minutes of "Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey," there wouldn't be a tear over anything serious. What kind of man cries over something serious, anyway? Fuck that. Shadow limping home to his boy? Niagra falls, Frankie-Angel.
I've decided to start writing again. Check out the layout for my new blog at www.porterbrew.com. Right now it just has my photography, 3D Design and some Latin Dummy text.
I've decided I want to get abroad. I didn't major in international relations and political science to go to D.C. happy hours and “network.” I'm going to apply for JETT or Fullbright and get back to my language study-- possibly teach English in Japan, Korea or China.
I love life. I love my friends, my colleagues, my family. I love this bottle of Jameson 12 year. Tonight, I'm going to watch Deep Space Nine and smoke tobacco from my briar pipe-- a gift from one of my best friends. I'm going to Facebook the night away and chat it up with old friends. Then, tomorrow, I'm going to ride my bike into the city and go to work on a Saturday. THEN, The “Wrath of Khan” is playing at the cultural theatre in Maryland. I'm going to actually see the Wrath of Khan on the big screen!
To all my TrekBBS brethren, stay well. Stay happy. Stay healthy. Here's a drink on me. Slainte'.