Sometimes the loneliest place is in your own head.
Don’t Think Twice It’s Alright
It’s been too long and I’ve been meaning to write but I’m finding it too difficult. Here’s a cover that I didn’t entirely hate my recording of.
and just like that.
Upbeat mood, sharing for the first time in months. Just recorded a song I was about to share and..it hit me. well..not me.
Aslan, my cat. A mix of ginger stripes on her pretty much blonde fur just got hit by a car as I was writing my last post. What are the fucking chances. I mean, she was 13 years old, roughly. Had her since I was around 10 years old.
I nagged at my mum until she let me, this local farm had kittens to give away advertised. So we went on this trek across my home town (about an hour walk) to this farm, there were about 6 kittens all there, quite nice and friendly. Then in the corner of this little almost hutch-type area for them, in a little ball of fur standing on end was this little kitten. Spitting and hissing, furious little spitfuck. You know I chose it. I’d have full conversations with this cat and genuinely think she understood me on some level.
She’s my childhood pet, we had a dog but she wasn’t mine. I named her Aslan when I was 10, but i still kinda like the immature 10 year old Callum. He was probably smarter than me too.
But I used to use this place as an outlet, so there it is. I’m absolutely gutted that she’s dead. I told my Dad I didn’t want to see her, he told me enough when he said she was definitely dead on impact of the car. Closed my door and just cried. Just fucking cried about an animal that probably didn’t understand who I was past the guy that gave her all of the attention whenever he could, gave her milk, occasionally fed her and has sporadically been around her all of her life.
There are plenty of puns that even come to me when I’m upset but I can’t even get there considering it just happened.
The fragility of life is such a horrible thing to get my head around.
edit: The lad that hit Aslan was on a motorbike, came and apologised for what had happened. Can’t say fairer than that. Some people can be decent/brave. Good to see I guess.
So, I’m a liar
Yeah I suck at making committments like posting. But i’m back. I don’t even want to think about how long it has been. Where do I start? Ugh I sort of started fitting in with society and being boring. I got a job (that pays like shit don’t even me started on that rant), while currently inevitably searching for a better one and still working my arse off. I met this great girl and we ended up getting together, it has been uhm..I should know that right? Like two months. I don’t know, that sounds right. Probably isn’t. She’s great, but she did just move like 6 hours away a couple weeks ago. You know how to pick them eh Cal?
But that’s pretty much my updates in the smallest of nutshells. Today at work I heard a song called “Anyone else but you” by “The Moldy Peaches” and absolutely fell in love. Everyone reading that will be like: “It’s on Juno you fucking moron where have you been for the last 10 years?” and I have seen Juno, when I was like 13 or something. And since then it clearly evaded my full to the brim of crap brain. So I stumbled across it and had to sit down with a guitar and play a lonely solo version. One that wishes I had a cute girl to duet with and
fall in love with. In my fuckin’ dreams.
I’ll go into more detail. But my biggest reason for coming back is to share a song that has made me genuinely happy. Really bloody happy. I’ll get into more detail about frustrations and (as ever) relationship failures of mine and all of that bullshit that people actually seem to like reading. It does probably make any of you that are still around feel better about your own lives when you get to digest the optimistic failure that I’m playing out on this stupid earth.
But yeah, did you miss me? Ah you missed me. You can’t stay mad at me. I’d say look at my cute face but..anonymity and all..
The fault, dear Brutus is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
If anyone still remembers who I even am, I’m still here. Healthy and the likes. Since I started writing here, I shared my blog url with a few individuals that I hold very close to me. I didn’t think it would leave me feeling like this though. I mean, fuck knows if any of them actually read this. But it started as a place to empty the hate, anger, sorrow, frustration, worries and everything else before my brain overflowed with it all. Now I’m just full of anxiety, feeling the need to almost censor my own head before typing onto this page. I’ve been thinking about writing since I last did, what? Over a month ago. And just..fuck.
I’ve been noting down what I wanted to write about while I have moments to think at work, or when something dawns on me. But this dumb, crippling anxiety just wells over and keeps me holding all of this shit in. It’s exhausting. It’s worse than the feeling that got me to start writing here. Totally fucked.
Right now I’m in the sort of mood where I just swell with a mix of anger and sadness and just want to cry, but I can’t. Nirvana full blast with my eyes closed feels like all I can handle.
The problem that I think I have with sharing my innermost thoughts with people is that sometimes I don’t want to be that open with people, so vulnerable, honest even. I don’t want people to judge me. Nah that’s not it. I don’t want people that mean the most to me to be swayed by my fucked up head.
I’m honestly back now. I swear this time.
So I know you’re all thinking: Who the fuck is this guy I’m following? He vanished ages ago and stopped posting. I know. I know. Fuck, I’m as mad as you. Probably a lot more mad. But i’m back. It’s all good. My laptop went full meltdown mode the second I jinxed it by saying “I’ll update with things soon providing it doesn’t explode”
This is gonna be a real ramblefest of an update of what I remember of the last month or something, so bear with me!
The big news is that I actually have a job, I’ve been in it now for about as long as I’ve been vanished for. Started around the start of February. Fucking awesome news, maybe the little break I needed. It’s only an apprenticeship, so it’s practically slave labour
(Not even overexaggerating. I get like £2.60 an hour. Which is like $4.35 according to google)
The plus sides are obviously that it’s better than nothing, I get a qualification in er..warehouse management and packing or something along those lines. But I’m actually working for an IT shop that sells to a bunch of schools, clients and also through Amazon and Ebay. As well as having an IT tech section for people to get stuff fixed. They helped me fix my little scrapheap too. They’re cool guys, I basically work with the three of them.
So I mainly just handle all of the packaging, database, logging and invoicing malarkey. Fairly basic stuff, after the first two weeks I was doing it all alone. In my spare time I get shown the ropes of the IT technician side of it, which I think is actually the interesting bit.
So anyway, my laptop is fixed and all good. Stuff with me is moving forward, I’m real sorry I haven’t been able to update. So many thoughts and wanting to write over the last month have passed me by and so have the thoughts. I’ve also missed all of you guys that I share myself with, and those who are awesome enough to share back.
Great to be back.
What a difference a week makes
Well then. Where was I? I’ve had a fairly hectic week. I’ll get to giving you a proper update this weekend. I might do it tonight, but to be frank: I’m fucking shattered.
I started a new job on Tuesday, I’ve worked 9-5:50 the last four days and I’m absolutely chuffed with how it’s going. But more on that soon. Just wanted to drop by and let you know it’s all good and things on my side are moving on up.
Finally got that break I was looking for, you could say.