What, that doesn't explain it enough?
Hi, everybody.
I can’t believe it’s been a tad over a year since I’ve written on this thing. My anonymity was exposed, so I laid off for a bit. I might bring this back. We’ll see. I just wanted to check in and say hi, hope you’re doing well. I’m doing… well, it changes a lot these days. Maybe we can dive back into that?
I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.
Hi, everybody.
I don’t think there’s anything I feel as deeply as I do with sadness, which makes it my favorite emotion to feel. Odd, right? It awakens every piece of me in the worst of ways, but it reminds me that I am alive and I care about myself. From a young age, I became accustomed to the feeling of sadness. I remember the first time quite vividly. It’s not one someone would forget.
One morning I was sitting on my bed, legs dangled, with my arms crossed. I was four, almost five. I didn’t know much. My brother, the night prior, was taken away by bright lights and loud noises. My parents told me my brother wouldn’t be back. I asked how long. I didn’t like the answer. They didn’t like the answer. I felt something I’d never felt before in my life. It didn’t feel good, but I felt it. And I’d continue to feel it for, well, to be determined.
Maybe that’s why I feel it more and more as my life goes on. Was I conditioned to be sad? It’s kind of drastic to think about. It wouldn’t have been intentional, right? They say there’s a God – if there’s a God then it was intentional. Big reason why it’s hard to believe in the big guy upstairs if I’m telling the truth here.
Maybe I enjoy the feeling because I’m afraid of leaving what I know. Maybe I’m afraid of enjoying the emotion of happiness because I know it can shock me back into sadness within a split second. Maybe I’m experiencing something else, something different from sadness, and I just can’t differentiate it at times. Maybe.
There’s a lot of unknowns. But just ask around. Some people will tell you, “That Henry? He has sad eyes.”
I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.
I don’t have much of it, but the little I do have is due to you. You showed it to me each and every day as I was growing up. You didn’t just show it with me either. You showed it to my Ma in the most crucial moments. You showed it to my friends when they didn’t deserve it. You showed it to people who disrespected you. You showed it to everyone, no matter who they were.
I don’t have much of it, but you gave me everything I have to give. I watched you pause and relax, try to understand instead of fix, and promise only what you know you could fulfill as a promise. You didn’t fault anyone that wasn’t as perfect as you. You were always there, if needed.
There were times you couldn’t teach me to do this. Times I was too difficult to deal with. Remember that one time with the knife? Yeah, me too. It’s not a fond memory, but I do enjoy thinking about how far we’ve come since that day. It’s good to remember the bad. After all, there’s no good without bad. There’s no chance I could have learned this from you if we didn’t have the bad in our lives. Simply no way.
The very little patience I possess comes from you, Pops. I’m working towards more of it each and every day, as are you, but I cannot thank you enough for helping me grow into a more understanding and patient man. You tried to teach me handyman things, you tried to teach me about finance and taxes and inflation and a bunch of other things I don’t think I’ll ever understand – you tried to teach me about so many things. Not many stuck, but patience did – at least the importance of it.
I look up to you, Pops. Always did, always have, and always will. You and Ma both. Your love is unconditional, your faith is unbreakable, and your moral compass is unshakeable. Thank you for being patient with me. I hope to pay it forward as I move along through my life. Thank you.
Happy Father’s Day, Pops. I love you.
– Your Son
Hi, everybody.
I’m back today and back with a bit of substance! Immediately when I pulled this up I had a jump of anxiety, so I might keep this short. I’m still having trouble processing and working through my thoughts right now, and each time I write it amplifies those feelings. I don’t know if my mind and heart are capable of handling the amplification on a regular basis, so I seldomly write “for the public” anymore. My apologies. I will be back.
I guess that’s a good segue, although writing to this blog was never planned to be cut out. I am cutting out a lot, though. I’m trying to shock myself into something new. The goal is to feel uncomfortable and work off of my intuition for once – instead of continuously driving at the same routine with no clear end goal. Now, it will be important to understand what my goals are once I do get to that sense of discomfort. Or else I go down the same path.
I’ve cut out a few good friends, I’ve cut out a lot of my boxing, I plan to cut out some of my side business, and I’m spending more time with myself. I started reading again. I’m five chapters in to a good book – and I’ve enjoyed that. It’s still difficult to keep my mind still while I read, but it’s getting better.
I’m having issues with cutting things out. I feel like I’m letting myself get lonelier and lonelier, but I don’t know what other options I have at this point. It’s fight or flight, and I’m luckily still fighting. I need to keep fighting. But if I cut everyone out, what do I do if I’m feeling too much discomfort?
It’s a tough balance. It’s all part of this journey. This life. And for now, this is how is has to be.
I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.
Hi, everybody.
Sorry I’ve been quiet. I’ve been writing, but I’ve had to keep it more personal as some of it is even too personal for an anonymous audience. But don’t worry, I’m doing OK.
I still feel in an odd spot and I’m still struggling with writing here, but I wanted to check in with whoever reads this to let you know I am OK.
Life changes each and every day – sometimes for the good, sometimes for the bad. However when you think about it, it’s really just a matter of perspective, isn’t it?
Meh.
Wow. I just checked – over a month since my last blog post. I feel wrong cutting this one so short, but I’m hoping this one short blog drives me back to writing through my problems here. It’s really helpful – and I’ve wanted to do it plenty of times over the past month. Every time I sit down to write though, I feel empty. I’m not talking aloud like I normally do when I’m blogging. I’m not frantically typing like I normally do when I’m blogging. I’m double-checking work – and I don’t do that shit when I’m blogging.
But things don’t need to be perfect to do something. I love writing – why stop myself from it? Just because I might hurt some feelings or hurt myself even more? Who cares. And as I said above, it’s all a matter of perspective, isn’t it? And if there’s one thing under constant change, it’s that lovely thing we call perspective.
I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.
Hi, everybody.
Well, it’s not every day I come on here with an actual topic to discuss. Usually it’s just babble with some rambling and some hootin’ and hollerin’.
Ok, sorry, I’ll get to it.
Tonight an old friend is in town. An old ex, although that was short-lived and not part of the picture any longer. This fiend has been a friend for quite some time, tested our friendship quite a few times, but remained a solid friend in my life and someone I’m honored and grateful to call a friend.
But there’s a catch. A couple years back, my friend hanged themselves in my house. I might have wrote about it – I can’t remember if I had this blog or not, and everyone knows I don’t read these things after I hit publish. Anyway, that fiend is in town for a couple of weeks seeing family, and they need a place to stay. Tonight, they stay at my new house. Well, new to them.
I’ve been telling people since the incident that I don’t believe it really impacted me, but this morning I woke up with an irrational fear. A fear of reliving the moment. Finding the friend after my late dog led me to them on the floor, belt broken, me screaming, me yelling at the 911 dispatcher, me crying, me pumping the chest, me yelling more, me lifting the head, me yelling even more at the 911 dispatcher, me crying, me pumping, and at last – my friend spit up and started to breathe again.
I know it’s irrational. I already mentioned that. This friend has bettered their life in 100 different ways since this incident, but I can’t help but think about it a bit.
One thing that’s always been hard for me to swallow is the thought that this friend thinks they owe me. They don’t I understand why they do think that, but really the best thing they can do is continue to better themselves and be the person they want to be. And they’re doing just that. So no, this friend owes me nothing – but they believe they do. How do I confront that without sounding like a dick? Do I just keep letting it be said?
You saved my life!
– Friend
Anyone would, right? You see one of your best friends lying there, you do anything you can to bring them back. Anything.
Do I feel guilt for not being around in the house when they did this? Fear they’ll do it again? Fear and guilt? Anxiety about it all? Who knows. However, I need to take notes from my own writing and remember to focus on the positives out of this. This friend is still alive. They are here today and I will get to see them in the flesh for the first time in a couple of years. They have worked on their mental health. They are true to who they are.
See, writing does help. It really does. I am still scared, but I do feel a hell of a lot better. Wish me luck tonight, eh? Maybe I’ll update you by the end of the week, but I’m pretty spotty nowadays with writing. Either way, assume I’m good, alright?
I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.
Hi, everybody.
Title doesn’t make much sense, does it? Yeah, I know. I think it’ll make more sense as we go along here.
It’s end of quarter. I’m at 99% to goal. I don’t know if I’ll get to 100%. I’m really angry, frustrated, and disappointed. There was probably 100 things I could’ve done differently. The stress is real and even though I’m feeling much better about myself, I can’t help but feel pressure from this scenario. It’s not all the time, but right now it is too much. I don’t want the weekend to come because I want to keep working.
We’ve really made this world healthy, haven’t we?
Work, work, hey you! Work some more.
Eat shit.
Seriously, what the hell are we doing? Every single day it’s work, then follow it up with your second job/hobby, maybe find a pocket of time to eat a sandwich, and guess what – get back to fucking work.
What have we done with this world? Don’t even get me started on the amount of times we LIE to each other in the business world. WHY? We’ve overcomplicated everything in this damn world. Everything. Basic human interaction? Nah, who wants that? That’s not convoluted enough.
Ok, sorry, got off track. Maybe it was a spasm. That’s usually what happens with my writing – I just go on a tear and have to refocus myself. What the hell were we talking about?
SERENITY! Ha. It’s funny to transition into this right after what I typed above. Borderline impossible, but I AM A BEACON OF POSITIVITY and will make sure to expand on what serenity means to me today.
I’m happy. I am. I’m content. I am. I’m not content with being content – and that’s always a positive.
But serenity is difficult. It’s not about being happy. It’s not about being successful. It’s about being at peace. One thing I’ve always struggled and one thing that is quite visibly apparent to most folks I have relationships with.
So what does it mean to me? Right now, it means “unattainable” – but I’m working on shifting my mind there to a more positive outlook. Maybe I can find myself in a state of serenity from time to time. It doesn’t have to be right now. It doesn’t have to be 24/7, but even a 5-minute pocket of serenity would do me something special.
I think I’ll work on that. Let’s just hope I don’t spaz out too much on my journey. Thanks for reading whatever the hell this blog was. Jeesh.
I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.
Hi, everybody.
Good morning. I am in a discovery clinic for work right now but I can’t keep my mind on it. I swear I’ve been in 20 of these meetings in my 6 years in sales. Can I go to sleep yet?
Focus. That’s a hard thing to grasp for a man like myself. I was recently told, “You seem like the type to have 12 things on your mind at once”. That is correct. It might be more – definitely a baker’s dozen. There’s pros and cons to it, really. It isn’t all bad. It’s nice to be able to multitask, but I would like to grab a bit of my focus back in life.
So how do I do that? Open to suggestions! It seems like the world moves at such a quick pace that it’s almost impossible to focus on one thing at a time. I’m needed here, there, and way over there somehow. At least that’s what it feels like. Maybe I need to figure out a new reality.
Interesting.
I’m in this discovery clinic and right now I’m doing a bit of discovery on myself. That’s kinda neat.
OK – I should get back to my job. I am on a video call and I’m simply nodding at the pauses. I hope the nods make sense. If not, oh well. I’ll focus on something else.
I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.
Hi, everybody.
Good morning. How’s the day so far for you? I’m on day… four or five of being sick. I can’t tell what it is. Weird sickness. Anyway, it’s not killing me (I think) so that’s a plus!
A few days sick can leave your brain mush. I just noticed I wrote to you lot just the other day. I’m kinda on fire with this whole writing thing. Being severely depressed and riddled with anxiety really helps the fingers move.
I’m listening to an absolute gem of a song right now. Gap in the Clouds by Yellow Days. Highly recommend. I might start leaving a song or two in my blogs that I’m listening to at the current moment. Usually the songs I listen to correspond pretty well with my mood. Music is a beautiful thing, innit?
What the hell am I even talking about? I type that pretty often. It’s true, though. I never have a plan coming in here. It’s just sit down and write, see what comes out, hit publish. It’s freeing, man is it so freeing.
Oh! The title. Empty Thoughts & Sweaty Palms. Umm, let’s explain that. I am not thinking about too much and I have sweaty palms. Ok, we’re past that now.
Hmm, what else can I bore you with? Maybe I should get back to my day and you get back to your day. Maybe. Or maybe this is part of the day? What the hell am I even talking about?
As you can probably tell, my mood’s shifted since I last wrote. I don’t really know why, and it’ll probably change back to gray, but right now I have some colors in my life. I’m going to keep my focus on those colors and hopefully amplify them throughout the day.
What the hell am I even talking about? Really odd blog today. Next one will be better, maybe!
I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.
Hi, everybody.
It’s exactly what it sounds like BUT MORE! I am sick, under the weather, have a cold, whatever you wanna call it. Worst thing about it? Yesterday I received even more bad news from someone I truly and deeply care about and today I’m stuck in bed thinking about that nonstop instead of chucking my fists at a heavy bag (or a real person) to clear my mind.
I don’t have much to write today. I just typed in “tw” to get to Twitter (further distraction) and it auto-populated to bring me here. I figured that was a sign I should at least say something.
I’m not OK. I’m physically sick and that will pass. I’m mentally sick and I’m not so sure about that one. I mean just yesterday I had an anxiety attack I couldn’t shake for two hours.
We’re supposed to have control of ourselves, right? How the shit do we do that? People make it sound so easy. It’s not. I hope it’s easy for you, but for me it is not easy. Never has been and I know it sounds defeatist, but I don’t think it will ever get easier.
I’m stuck with who I am. I need to accept that.
I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.
The Two Sides of Me 