It's rare that stress gets to me. My job is one without stress, I don't have a romantic life and therefore no real romantic stress, and my financial situation is quite stable. The only thing that really bothers me is my family. Sometimes I just feel my family just asks too much from me. Sometimes it seems like anytime I have some time off, or some extra money, they try to take it away from me. That is what is stressful to me, and sometimes I need to just get away from it.
I legitimately wish I could take a vacation from my family. Not my work, my family. Unfortunately I can't really choose to do one or the other. I need to get away from both because once I get away from work my family starts hitting me up to do shit for them. It's not like I can go to a hotel and still go to work while avoiding the main source of stress in my life. As a result, rarely go on vacation. What I actually do to relieve the stress from my family is drive. Driving allows me to get away from the stresses of life, if only for a little while.
Every so often I will hit the roads for a good long drive. Sometimes I pick somewhere, a restaurant or a store I've never been to, and just go there. Sometimes I just pick a direction and go. Given where I live, I can't really go West, but North, South, and East all hold have great places to see and great places to drive near.
The Grand Theft Auto series has also allowed me to just drive around in the game environment with no real structure or point. There is a simple joy to finding a nice, clear, smooth stretch of road and just driving on it. Driving on it for as long and as far as it will take you.
There is also a simple joy to hitting motorcyclist with your car. Fuck motorcyclists.
I own a 2008 Mercury Mountaineer, pictured above. It has three rows of seats, the third row is on the very back and requires you to flip up two seats in the very back part of the car. These seats can be hard to get into and are somewhat cramped. When I got my car I said that my car, "Seats six, four comfortably." This was a joke. I no longer make this joke. Why? When my family heard that joke, they didn't hear the "four comfortably" part of it. All they heard was "Seats six", which they interpret as "Seats six! That means he can take me places!"
So I've decided to end the Moving In Slow Motion blog series. This is not because I have accomplished Project Buy A House. In fact I can feel that goal getting further and further away with every passing day. The reason that I am ending this blog series is that my family reads my blog. Due to the in the Moving In Slow Motion including exact dollar amounts, my family, rather than seeing me getting closer to a big goal in my life, sees those dollar amounts and knows that I have money that I can give to them. Sure I could say no, but my family knows that all they have to do is cry poverty and I have no choice but to fold.
It's not that I want to end this blog series. Knowing that I was getting closer to my goals, and torturing myself in a purely masochist way, was quite enjoyable to me. It's just that keeping this blog series going is preventing my from accomplishing my goals. After all, if people do not know the opportunity is there they are less likely to act. Also my family operates on the assumption that they are entitled to my money. I'm just hoping that if I don't broadcast how much money I have, they will ask me for less of it. In that way, I can once again continue in my pursuit of Project Buy A House.
Take your normal superhero origin story. Guy gets powers, guy realizes he has powers, guy goes out to save the world. Now factor this in: the guy has a score to settle.
Everybody wonders what it is that makes them who they are. The Hawk thought that question was securely answered. However a meeting with a boy in a hospital causes him to question everything. Why he is, who he is, what he is, and even if he is.
Eleven years after the events of Consequences Of Mayorust, The Hawk finds himself dealing with many of the same issues that many of us deal with: A less than satisfying job, co-workers of variant annoyance, and a romantic life is unhealthy at best. Thrust into all this is Madison Medina, a well meaning woman who's adversarial relationship with The Hawk morphs into a kind of friendship. Madison, in addition to learning more about herself and her abilities, help to reveal deeper problems inside the organization both she and The Hawk work for.
In every workplace there is a person. A person who doesn't talk to anyone, has walled themselves socially, and seems openly hostile to everyone. Every workplace has this person, even if you don't know of such a person, they're there. The Black Robin Christmas Carol is the story of one of these people. It delves into who this person is, why this person is, and how this person can change for the better.
There is a story. A story of pain, a story of loss, a story of unspeakable horrors, a story that has not been given it's proper attention. Some are ignoring this story. Some are unaware of this story. Some know of this story but are complicit in it's darkness. This is a story that must be told. Told so that the good can stop it and the bad can feel shame for it.
When I thought up thig blog, the name I first thought up was "Random Bullshit". Quickly I recognized that this name would put some people off. Then I thought of the name "Random Bull****". That seemed to be to much clutter. Then I was inspired with the name that dons this blog today.
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