A Memoir of April 30, 2011

Today was the one-year anniversary of my head injury.


And before you go any further, know that this post definitely falls under the definition of a novella. You're welcome to skip down to "The Story," although I hope that you'll stick it out and eventually read the whole thing. It paints a picture, and gives the story some context.



     I haven't blogged in a long-ass time. I could tell you every little detail about why, tell you the excuses that I've already convinced myself are true... blah blah blah. But really, what it comes down to is that I haven't felt really impassioned by anything happening in my life or in the world lately, except for this total and completely selfish thing: my head injury.

Wow I Suck

I'm sorry to say that I'm already hardcore sucking at being a blogger.

It's just that not much has been going on lately.  I go to work.  I come home and go to bed.  I wake up the next day to do it again.  I understand why people get so totally bored by their lives.  This cannot be what it's about.  Right?

The truth is, I haven't been my usual cheery sarcastic self lately.  And it's not because of work, because I know that my job is my job and not my life.  I suppose it's because I don't know what I'm doing with my life.  Boo hoo, right? Everyone says that - my mom still does, and she's 57 years old.  But I guess I use that phrase so loosely.  I do know what I'm doing with my life.  Right now, I'm living with my parents trying to save up money to move somewhere else so I can hopefully pursue an acting career.

I think I dislike adulthood because there's no solid goal to work towards.  "HAPPINESS."  That's my goal.  But what the eff does that mean?  It's not, "a paper on global warming," or, "get a 4.0," or even "graduate from college."  Nothing is definitive, and boy do I like definitive.  I like to have goals to work toward, not overall LIFE ones, but just smaller ones.  So you think I'd be happy knowing that I'm working toward moving out.  Not a big philosophical life goal, but a practical, next-step goal.  So why do I feel so restless?

I Think My Blog Posts Need to Be Way Shorter

I talk too much.  Now I'm finding out I write too much.

Sorry guys.  I'll try to keep them more to-the-point.