Tuesday, October 8, 2013
It's just never ending and I'm losing it. It's like I'm 19 hours into an 88 day flight.
I can't get to the boss because he went on a business trip to Mexico and is now vacationing there with his wife, because sure why not ... and the meeting we were to have as a group to discuss workload? We're too busy to have that meeting and he postponed it a month.
Meanwhile - there's a litany of other things going on in my life besides work (I know - crazy) and managing it all emotionally just getting to me. I'm privy to information about my brother (because he told me) that my parents don't know and friends of mine are telling me that my parents deserve to know, but I promised not to tell and although I know they should know - who the fuck am I?
So, there's that. And then there's this whole new schedule with the kids that's fucking up a routine that's been working for 5 years.
I have had this goal of investing in property and can't seem to get past the threshold of any real progress because always something else comes up. So, like do I really not want it? or am I just too busy to handle it? Or ... fuck it.
Just fuck it.
I haven't even begun to discuss the fuckery I deal with at work from people who are all in the same boat as me ...
And do NOT get me started on ...
You know what - I'm burned out. that's all. I called off on Friday for feeling too ethnic to go into work (a brain-fuck in that I had to not go to work in order to keep my job) and all this week I just sleep to whenever the fuck I please and stroll in at noon or later when I start at 9:30 and really - who the fuck is gonna care? The boss is on vacation in Mexico while I sit here not giving a flying fuck about doing a goddam thing.
Sunday, October 6, 2013
I gave up casual sex in December 2009. That wasn't so difficult. And I'm better for it.
I'm grown, but I'm learning. I can readily identify issues within me that need addressed (like smoking and casual sex) but I tend to over correct. See, with smoking that's fine - absolutely no cigarettes. But I'm ready to admit that when I shut down the casual sex bit, I may have actually begun to completely shut out every potentially suitable suitor. I've decided that's completely ridiculous, albeit drama-free.
Drama-free is an absolute must (I have kids and I'm not willing to bring negative energy around them or to them.) but that doesn't have to mean my love life has to be a complete zero.
Although, to be clear, I _am_ a kick-ass dad - so I've put that me time to very good use.
Friday, July 20, 2012
You taught me to bury deep inside who I really am
I couldn't "be" gay, you taught me,
because "acting" gay was wrong
And I grew up trying to avoid
"looking" gay or
"sounding" gay or
"dressing" gay or
because, however tacitly, you
taught me I could not be gay.
So, my psyche learned to repress itself
by busying itself to the point of obsession
with how to avoid being found out
You taught me to hide my feelings from you
because I was a kid - a fucking kid
who just wanted to be accepted by his parents
But I had to hide the real me, you taught me,
in order to feel loved.
So, I became a teenager who acted out in secret
All of my sexual experimentation happened
Because it happens for everyone, right?
But for me it happened in the dark
without answers to my questions
You taught me how to act, look, sound, dress ...
what to reveal, what to deny
And set me up to be miserable on the inside
but to always smile in your face so you wouldn't know it
So, as my sexual experimentation evolved
and I learned how my emotions and sex life were attached
My repression and my facade were much too intense
And felt to be around a whole lot longer than I was alive
So, I learned to keep it up into my 20s.
Experimentation in secret gave way to illicit behavior
in the gutter
in gravely dangerous places
created for my ilk
created by the likes of me
because secret lives and repressed souls
just naturally find their way to the gutter
And you find out, whether I tell you or not,
the world finds out
and I'm a disgrace, you all say,
be I gaunt and dying or
a fortunate, shell of a man in good health
because you taught me better.
Because you taught me better.
Because you fucking taught me better.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
But no - she's a perpetual drain on my finances and I have put my foot down. I'm not here to allow her to enable her children to be jobless, ghetto bitches - she spends all her money on the bottomless put that is their greed and their proven habit of taking advantage of her ... and then I have to help her with HER bills? Or I have to go without her rent to me?
I've made it clear - I have no interest in helping them any further. I'm through with the nonsense - we have an agreed upon monthly payment for her living expenses (which is already generous on my part) and she's got to get on it.
I've redone my finances without her a part of it - and I can totally do bad on my own - so, if this shit continues, I will ask her to leave. My kids are actual CHILDREN that I need to take care of - her grown ass kids (and two grandkids) are not my concern. I'm through.
Monday, March 5, 2012
I have a serious problem with the fact that companies were so quick to fire but are so slow to hire. I'm well aware that I am extremely fortunate to have been employed through this great recession - I get that. And my complaint here comes from a place that is completely cognizant of the ... well, privilege that I enjoy as one of the ones that has remained employed over the past few years. I'm not even trying to front, ok? Privilege. I get it. I know it. I'm not trying to gain sympathy here.
But I am trying to convey my own frustration with the speed (an oxymoron) with which we are recovering jobs. As much as the unemployed need work ... we need you, too! There's a lot to do - and no one expects less because there are fewer people around to get the job done. In fact, the expectations have grown and I, personally, have been stretched thin, and thinner, and then steam rolled to damn near a trillionth of a millimeter ... and, as even metal, when so pressed, I'm feeling brittle.
I struggle pretty hard on a consistent basis with not losing my cool, or just plain snapping (ethnically). I need a reprieve. Some release. You know how when a train rolls into the last station and you hear the HISS of release hydraulic pressure? Like that.
And that's not coming from "just hold on a little bit longer," or the pizza you order in for lunch. Holding on a little bit longer just means ... well, hold one a little bit fucking longer! And pizza? That just now says, "don't leave for lunch - eat here."
(I'm not ungrateful for the pizza itself. After all, pizza is YUM! Thank you.)
But really, when are we going to get more people? We need people. People needs jobs. On either side of the unemployment line there's pressure building ... that's really my point. Those people that are losing their homes, getting collection calls, turn off notices or angry visits from the landlords? That shit is stressful ... and they truly, honestly just want to work.
And there's plenty of work to do! PLENTY. OF. IT.
It's a peg and a hole of the same shape and size. And yet here we still are ... anxious, stressed and worn out. Giving our lives to nothing ... because either we're working like slaves and can't figure out how to really have a life outside of work ... or working on resumes and finding more job applications to fill out and unable to really have a life outside of the house.
(Maybe this is bullshit - but here my mind lays)
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
It's long distance, too. We both travel quite a bit for our jobs and happened to cross paths during our travels - which is how we met.
We're in that 3-hour-phone-call-nightly phase - and it feels good. I'm struggling with keeping things in perspective, but I'm managing not to get beside myself. Long-distance isn't easy - I know this - but the number of things we have in common just make it uncanny:
- He's black - was married to a Puerto Rican woman. I'm Puerto Rican - was married to a black woman.
- We both divorced 7 years ago
- We both have two kids. One boy and One girl each.
- He's in the same business as our mutual friend and the two of them were on the same business trip together when he and I met.
- We both live in one city 70% of the time, and both spend 30% of our time in a different city.
- We both do the 70/30 thing because our kids are in one city and work in the other
- We both have very close relationships with our ex-inlaws
- The Bronx is where he spends that 30% of his time - I was born in the Bronx and my momma still lives there.
We learned a lot about each other talking for quite a while now - and notice how nothing above has any relation to sex. It's just personality here. We've discussed meeting in person and what the hell happens if we hit it off in person and decide it's worth pursuing further ... and we're both willing to work it out, travel, etc. I know long distance isn't easy, I say again ... but it seems like it could allow me to focus on raising my kids when I'm in daddy mode, without someone local wanting to see me, or being jealous of the time I keep exclusive to my kids. It seems like it would allow me to focus on work when I'm supposed to be focused on work. I don't know - I compartmentalize and it seems like it would work alright.
If I still have readers - I'm sure you'll post your opinions. Let me have it.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Right - I'm gay as the day is long and my most major problem in my marriage? The emotional-shaped void that woman carries around with her, evidenced in her vacuous stares and detached demeanor. Seriously - it's a tad scary when she gets like that.
Since the oncologists removed her ovaries, the woman flattened out really well. I really thought that her hormones and her cycle were the real culprit at that point. I mean - she was actually ... well, more human.
I saw that emptiness again when she snapped at my daughter about her having gotten a 78 on a math test ... a test that the teacher wrote home about - a test that all but 4 students did crappy on - a test that the teacher wanted the whole class to retake - a test that would not count towards anyone's grade if they improved on the re-take.
yes - THAT test.
My daughter went off to school thinking she had to give up one of her extra-curricular activities - and there are only two, and the second she only just started last week. She was balling on the way to school, and there was nothing I could do to console her. her momma said it - and it was therefore true.
I emailed the teacher about my daughter's grades and the teacher said that she didn't think my daughter's grades were a problem because she currently has straight A's and she expects my daughter to do well on the make-up test. So - I forward this to the baby momma and ask her to call me.
That conversation was like death to me - she was still being stoic and unfeeling and I found within me strength I had lost in my battles with her when she got like that during our marriage. In my marriage I finally just ignored it and laid around all depressed for having lost to some demon (yes, that's how it felt) but when I was fighting for my daughter - I found strength to be just as combative.
I was able to recall a tremendous amount about the past - a skill that usually failed me when she got into that mode. I mean, she'd get demonic and I'd just stare at her with my mind blank ... like, arguing ANYTHING with her was pointless, so why bother?
This time, though - I told her about conversations she and I had many years ago ... how our daughter is an emotional creature and you can't simply treat her that way - how you shouldn't treat emotional people that way period, but that this was a child. OUR child. a NINE year old. And that sending her off to school ... to take the fucking re-take, no less ... in total distress was unacceptable.
I mean, it was easy for me to give up on fighting in my marriage because, well - I wasn't in love with her ... I'm gay ... and I really was just a shell of myself anyway, living a lie and trying to please other people. Why argue to win when you're not really living to live? I didn't - that's what. But today? And attacking my baby? No sir
Or whatever the hell got into her.
She called back later that night to apologize to my daughter, and eventually told me that after we hung up, and although she was adamant on the phone that I was wrong, she thought about my points - decided I was right ... and that she was wrong to approach our daughter that way. She even asked me to help her deal with my daughter.
And let me tell you - my daughter is an emotional, caring, considerate child who just wants to do what's right. She wants to please her mom. And I'm really scared right now that my little baby girl is going to be one of THOSE females ... one of the ones who has issues with her mother.
But, baaabbbbyyyyy - your daddy is right here.