Sunday, March 27, 2011

On Hiatus

Dear Diary:

I am taking a break from you until I actually have something to say. Until next time....

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Sometimes They Fight Back

Dear Diary:

Over the last couple of days, a video has gone viral. I am sure you have seen it, or heard of it, but if you have not, here it is:






As someone who moved around a lot growing up, I did have to deal with being bullied on occasion. It wasn't fun. It wasn't fun at all.

Whether it was a hurtful comment, or the time I was crouching down opening my locker and some guys came up behind me and held me while another punched me in the chest and made fun of me, the fat kid, the memories still remain with me to this day. No one likes to be a punching bag, whether verbally or physically. No one deserves to be degraded like that, especially in front of others for a laugh.

I think the reason this video has gone viral has a lot to do with people coming out of the shadows, drawn forth by their memories. To be honest, I want to buy this kid a fucking Coke, pat him on the back and give him a trophy, for having the courage that so many people wished they had when they were being bullied.

And I have to say, the little rat bastard that got his ass slammed to the concrete got off easy. The mental torment that victims of bullying deal with can lead them to much more violent reactions, some involving harm to themselves, and sometimes involving harm, and even death, to many other people. We have heard way too many stories of victims of bullying committing suicide, and we have heard way too many stories of students walking into schools with guns.

Now, as far as this particular incident is concerned, many have come out in support of the young man who stood up for himself, which, as someone who was bullied at one time or another, I happen to agree with. I just wish it didn't take an incident like him having to take matters into his own hands (literally) before people stepped up to say that what was happening to him was wrong.

And as for the bully in this video, all I can say is.....

Dude, you got KNOCKED the FUCK OUT, punkass.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Reborn, Again

Dear Diary:

I knew the day would happen. I knew when it was, just not where it was. I had been thinking about it, knowing it was off there in the distance, hovering like a fog on the horizon.

And then it came. I awoke and the day felt different. And then they came. The memories forced from places walled off long ago, as though my mind was predetermined to just well, completely fuck with me.

And then I looked at the date. And remembered. I remembered what it was like to walk out of the courthouse two years ago, simultaneously laughing and holding back the tears that were welling up in my eyes. I remembered the feeling of loss, and remembered the feeling of happiness in knowing that the long arduous journey through hell was over.

But even though I remembered those feelings, I did not feel them now. I felt numb. There were no emotions. The day just felt weird. Neither good nor bad, jut weird.

And then the call came. The call that I had been wanting to happen for a while now. The call that changed a lot. The call that was to the casual observer nothing more than a call, nothing more than ordinary business. The call that told me it had arrived, and was ready for me....











And with that singular phone call, arrangements were made to trade in the car that my ex-wife and I had picked out together. And the call came on the two-year anniversary of my divorce being finalized.

And now, the last tie has been severed. The last daily reminder, the last ghost, is gone. And now I feel more like myself than I have in a long time.

I just wish gas prices would stop going up.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

There Is Nothing Worse....

Dear Diary:

There is nothing worse than buying a cup of coffee, and said cup of coffee has a fucked up lid on it, one that isn't quite tight enough to stop coffee from leaking under the lid and landing on your shirt.

It's not that the lid comes off. No, it stays on. It stays on and slowly allows drops of coffee to land on your shirt without noticing until you go to put on your jacket for a meeting and look down and notice coffee stains. If the lid were to come flying off, then well, I would notice that I have coffee on my shirt when it actually happens as opposed to later, after it has already dried and there remains nothing but a stain.

There is nothing worse than this especially if the day has started off on somewhat of a good footing. Oh wait, no, let me correct that. It does become worse if you don't notice said coffee stains on your shirt until after you have had a meeting or two.

And for some reason I just had to tell you this. I do not particularly know why. I mean, I have had something else I wanted to tell you for a while now, but that thought requires thought, and this thought requires just a fucked up coffee lid.

Now, if you will please excuse me, I must get back to my regularly scheduled apparently fucked up day.