Tonight I had an interesting conversation with a coworker. Although most days I have interesting/strange conversations with my coworkers. So I guess that isn't news.
Somehow, we got onto the topic of alcohol and how I've never been drunk. A look of bewilderment on my coworker's face, he says, "You never got drunk in all your time at college? How does that happen?" I told him that I imagine that if I played "Never Have I Ever", anyone I played with would find my life incredibly boring. There's a lot I haven't done. He just stared at me with this half-smile as if to say, "I don't believe you."
I guess this'll be a fun fact post. 'Cause there are lots of things I haven't done.
I've never been drunk. I don't know what weed smells like. I've never smoked a cigarette or cigar. I've never been to a party where there was underage drinking. I've never seen porn (although a lot of Hollywood stuff is pushing that limit). I've never stayed out all night. I've never gone over 85 in any car I've ever driven (my dad's Sky included). I've never heard a gun fired in real life. I've never been in a life-threatening situation brought on by another person (aka, assaulted). I've never threatened or thought of running away from home. I'm sure there are many more things I haven't done.
Here are some things I have done.
I stole once when I was a kid (I don't remember what, I just remember stuffing something into my pocket and continually looking around all nervous-like. I was probably like, six). I cheated on a quiz one time in elementary school. I lied about a few of my classes when I transferred to Houghton (classes I should have passed and, because of laziness, failed). I've looked people in the eye and told them I loved them when all I wanted to do was punch them square in the face. I've rubbed my financial stability in the face of people struggling to get by. I've lied to my family about so many things I've forgotten them all. I'm materialistic when it comes to technology (legit). I can be a hypocrite if I'm not careful. I have anger issues. And many, many more things.
I guess that what I'm trying to say is there's nothing wrong with being "sheltered". Yeah, my life is pretty dull. For now. Give me some time. I've still got a few more books to write and quite a few to get published. One day my life will be a little more epic. Until then, I'm just gonna be a twenty-something working in retail, trying to make a difference in the people that inhabit this world.
Happy adventuring everyone. Go make today a great one, regardless of whether it's within a "sheltered" sense or not. It's your adventure after all. Make it one worth telling.
Currently Writing: Zero Point
Currently Listening to: "All the Kings Horses" by Two Steps From Hell
P.S. - Today one of my coworkers climbed into an empty box and had a fellow coworker push him across the store. Just in case you ever think that retail is boring.
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Saturday, February 16, 2013
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
The Title Eludes Me
It's gonna be one of those weeks.
One of my coworkers won't be in this week, due to his father relapsing hard core on his cancer. Things apparently aren't looking very good and so my coworker will be spending as much time with his family as possible, rather than at work. I feel really bad knowing that there is little I can do aside from pray.
I'm an awful person. Because at the same time, I know that this week is pretty much shot. Someone's gotta pick up his shifts. Those someones are myself and my fellow Copy Center Associate. If I wind up working all 7 days this week (which really isn't the end of the world), I'll be clocking in around 49 hours of work.
49 hours.
I haven't done a work week near 50 hours since the beginning of my second year at Staples. On one hand it's great - more money to put into my student loans. On the other hand, I kind of want to crawl into a hole and die. If I'm remembering correctly, weeks like this made me hate Staples. Simply because I couldn't get away.
Worse though, is the fact that I literally have no motivation. Here I am, sitting with at least two hours of prime writing time, and I can't dredge up the gusto to even skim through Unity. In spite of the fact that I was only just on vacation a week ago, I feel drained. How does this happen so quickly?
A large part of me wants to kick myself and say, "Stop it! Just get back on the bandwagon and move forward!" Another part of me wants to just say, "Screw it. I wrote 5 books and a novella in one year. Time to take a breather!"
The larger part of me doesn't want to take a breather. There's so much story to explore! There are so many avenues and characters and aspects of this world that have yet to fully be brought to light. I can't just sit idly by and do nothing. Especially when I obviously have the time.
I gotta crack my back, take a deep breath, grab my coffee mug and explore my imagination again. There's bound to be something buried in there that'll shock me back into the flame of story writing.
Happy adventuring everyone! I hope you're not as lethargic as I am.
Currently Writing: I should really, really, REALLY do Zero Point. Maybe I'll start that tonight.
Currently Reading: Brisinger by Christopher Paolini
Currently Listening to: "Once Upon a December" from the Anastasia soundtrack
One of my coworkers won't be in this week, due to his father relapsing hard core on his cancer. Things apparently aren't looking very good and so my coworker will be spending as much time with his family as possible, rather than at work. I feel really bad knowing that there is little I can do aside from pray.
I'm an awful person. Because at the same time, I know that this week is pretty much shot. Someone's gotta pick up his shifts. Those someones are myself and my fellow Copy Center Associate. If I wind up working all 7 days this week (which really isn't the end of the world), I'll be clocking in around 49 hours of work.
49 hours.
I haven't done a work week near 50 hours since the beginning of my second year at Staples. On one hand it's great - more money to put into my student loans. On the other hand, I kind of want to crawl into a hole and die. If I'm remembering correctly, weeks like this made me hate Staples. Simply because I couldn't get away.
Worse though, is the fact that I literally have no motivation. Here I am, sitting with at least two hours of prime writing time, and I can't dredge up the gusto to even skim through Unity. In spite of the fact that I was only just on vacation a week ago, I feel drained. How does this happen so quickly?
A large part of me wants to kick myself and say, "Stop it! Just get back on the bandwagon and move forward!" Another part of me wants to just say, "Screw it. I wrote 5 books and a novella in one year. Time to take a breather!"
The larger part of me doesn't want to take a breather. There's so much story to explore! There are so many avenues and characters and aspects of this world that have yet to fully be brought to light. I can't just sit idly by and do nothing. Especially when I obviously have the time.
I gotta crack my back, take a deep breath, grab my coffee mug and explore my imagination again. There's bound to be something buried in there that'll shock me back into the flame of story writing.
Happy adventuring everyone! I hope you're not as lethargic as I am.
Currently Writing: I should really, really, REALLY do Zero Point. Maybe I'll start that tonight.
Currently Reading: Brisinger by Christopher Paolini
Currently Listening to: "Once Upon a December" from the Anastasia soundtrack
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