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Graaaaaah Hulk and stuff.
I'm too angry as of late. We're talking seriously few-ree-USSSS levels of butthurt, saltiness, and 2edgy. I'm so edgy, I'm getting all this salt in my open cuts. Probably on my butt, because that hurts.
The long and short of it is that I feel tapped out. Wrung out. Quite simply tired of giving too many damns. But I can't turn the giving-a-damns off. That is just not how the Wis do.
That's not a nice feeling. And the reason always seems to trace back to me taking video games (and myself) waaaaaaaaaaay too seriously. So it is that, with mild trepidation and a burgeoning sense of relief, I'm selling my Xbox One. But probably not the 360 or the PS3. I haven't sunk THAT low yet. I'd take Grub's suggestion and just pack the damn thing up for a few months, but I'd just pull it back out in a week's time and repeat the cycle...
I mean... even when I do really well in Gears of War, or Halo, or any other game for that matter, I still rage out. I rage out hard, even when I don't show it to the people playing with me (which is rare, as they'll tell you). My teeth grind, my heart races, my skull pulses. Everybody and everything makes me angry. Especially the people who spit in the face of reason.
It's not fun anymore.
Cartoons and comics are the only things I enjoy right now. So if you make either of those things... I love you. Keep doing what you do. You are one of the few bright spots in this mad Opposite Day world of green paper, warfare, wars over imaginary friends, and black sludge.
I'm too angry as of late. We're talking seriously few-ree-USSSS levels of butthurt, saltiness, and 2edgy. I'm so edgy, I'm getting all this salt in my open cuts. Probably on my butt, because that hurts.
The long and short of it is that I feel tapped out. Wrung out. Quite simply tired of giving too many damns. But I can't turn the giving-a-damns off. That is just not how the Wis do.
That's not a nice feeling. And the reason always seems to trace back to me taking video games (and myself) waaaaaaaaaaay too seriously. So it is that, with mild trepidation and a burgeoning sense of relief, I'm selling my Xbox One. But probably not the 360 or the PS3. I haven't sunk THAT low yet. I'd take Grub's suggestion and just pack the damn thing up for a few months, but I'd just pull it back out in a week's time and repeat the cycle...
I mean... even when I do really well in Gears of War, or Halo, or any other game for that matter, I still rage out. I rage out hard, even when I don't show it to the people playing with me (which is rare, as they'll tell you). My teeth grind, my heart races, my skull pulses. Everybody and everything makes me angry. Especially the people who spit in the face of reason.
It's not fun anymore.
Cartoons and comics are the only things I enjoy right now. So if you make either of those things... I love you. Keep doing what you do. You are one of the few bright spots in this mad Opposite Day world of green paper, warfare, wars over imaginary friends, and black sludge.
Work
For about four months now (or is it five? six?) I've worked two jobs. Yesterday that ended, and now I only work one job. The dreaded evenings and nights of gas station cleaning are over. Despite not being cashiers, myself and one other guy did 60-90% of the work in that store (depending on who else worked that day). Now I work just one full-time job. City utility worker. And I'm taking my first Saturday as a free man with free time... To go play DnD with friends and a coworker. My Gears of War "Never Fight Alone" posters should be on sale next month. The Coalition really honored me with that commission. But before I worry about that, I have other commissions to finish. It's finally time. My dog and I can breathe again... I have a 2-bedroom apartment now, not just a couch. God has truly heaped the blessings this year. I guess I still work two jobs, then. Also, a backhoe axle broke my right pointer finger at the tip. Typing is almost a hassle now. Should be healed in a couple weeks.
Surviving family drama
The man who claimed to know my brother's suffering better than anyone, just claimed I was the cause of it. He also called me a liar for hitting a deer with my car (to whoever scavenged that roadkill, THANKS), and called me a liar over filling up the chicken water (I filled it up yesterday, went to sleep, then it rained, and yet it was bone dry right after the rain... That means the chickens tipped the bowl over). He also accused me of many counts of theft, when he's the one who stole MY "HJ" labelled beers out of the fridge. This is the story of a violent alcoholic who was supposed to have an intervention today. Everyone bailed on the intervention except one neighbor. So this became the story of how I refused vengeance, and cut an asshole out of my life. My sister, her boyfriend, and the one neighbor witnessed much of this. I recorded some of it. The rest is hearsay, but hear me when I say... This was history repeating itself. Last time this happened, it was because a javelina was
Get ready
Just turned in a major commission. No idea if it will lead to more, but it's time I set up a store. Expect the art to go live today or next week.
I was today years old
Today I learned that the 'Watch' button in notifications is how to find everyone I'm following...
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The way you describe your own anger is fascinating.