Tuesday, August 29, 2006

stagger...

straighten.


make up for all their messes.


i could listen to you all day.


what a laugh.


cut me i bleed like you.


ha ha.

Kindness is my weakness...

I have something gnawing at me that I need to get off my chest before I explode. Yesterday before I was getting ready to leave work I was talking with someone and they had a blunt observation of me. He said that he had seen me work and talk on the phone and had observed that I am always going out of my way for people and that I kiss everyones ass. He wasn't trying to be rude but it came across that way at first. He said he always sees me doing nice things for people and how I always go out of my way to help or be nice to people but yet no one ever returns the favor. He said he has heard me on the phone and the way I interact with my friends and people that call me. How I am always asked for help and that I never say no. He asked if I'm always this nice? What's funny is this isn't the first time someone has observed that I freely let people take advantage of me. He said that when someone asks me for help I drop everything I'm doing to help them but the times I ask for help I get brushed off. I know of the times he was referring to. He asked me when the last time someone did something nice for me without me asking or even when I had asked. I couldn't think of a single time yesterday. So of course I got all defensive and said that people get busy and I don't need people to be doing stuff for me. But it has been eating at me. I've been thinking about it non-stop. I do put myself out there. I can never say no when people need my help. I sacrifice myself all the time for what? What do I ever get in return for being so nice all the time? I've been thinking hard of the last time someone went out of their way to be nice to me (besides on my birthday) and only two things really stick out in my head: when my long time friend bought me a burner for copying him all my music and another long time friend bought me a movie ticket. They weren't asked or expected to do those things but they did them anyways which is cool. But come to think of it those two people have never taken advantage of me. Like real friends should be.

I think about all the stuff I do for people. Strangers and friends alike, people I interact with everyday and I really do a lot for people. I'm too nice. Do I feel that I need to be nice to be accepted? No, I just treat people how I want to be treated. But do they ever treat me the same way I treat them? I'm bothered by all this. Why do I sacrifice my time, my feelings, my money, my help and my support when I very rarely get anything in return. It's not that I require people to give me something when I do something for them, but I need to figure out where the line between being nice to someone and being taken advantage of is. In rehab they talked a lot about the "emotional bank". How when people are constantly making withdrawls and never depositing anything it will have a negative affect on you. They say you will become emotionally bankrupt if no deposits are made.

I lie to myself a lot. I bury my feelings and always try to put on a happy face.

I'm angry and depressed and I'm the only one to blame. I try to be an ass and I try to say no but it isn't in my nature. Why do I always focus on what other people want instead of what I want? Why does everyones happiness matter more to me than my own? Why do I give a shit what people think of me?

Shouldn't I be the most important person in my life?

-mbh signing off...

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Same old, same old...

I've spent the last hour reading through my old blog entries. I thought back to rehab and the year that followed. I start to only think about how good life was "back then". In all reality life is hard all the time. Why is it that you always think that your life so so much better back in the day? I start to think: "If only I could go back to this time, when times were good." Then what? I'd go back to a time when some things were good but chances are life was just as hard? I won't lie. There are times when I wish I could just go back to rehab. As crazy as that sounds. As much pain and heart ache that I endured in rehab I sometimes want to go back. Safe from the world and everything in it. Surrounded by people going through the same things as me. Surrounded by positive energy.

I don't think I'm a very happy person. When you get right down to it, I think I should be happier, but I'm not. No matter what I do in my life I always feel like I'm standing in the same spot. No matter how hard I run, no matter how slow I walk. I always end up in the same place. It's extremely frustrating. Maybe it's all in my head.

I miss Angela. I miss the way that she makes me feel when she is around.

-mbh signing off...

Monday, August 21, 2006

I was a robot once...

Somedays I feel a lot like a robot.

I Was A Robot Once...
by
mbh

I was a robot disguised as a human. I had a set pattern of programs
that ran every day like clockwork. I didn't think for myself, I didn't act
on my own. I just did. Day in and day out I lived... artificially. My
movements were mechanical and predictable. I knew my future
because of my set routines. Like a train on its tracks, I couldn't
deviate from my set course. Was I living? Yes. Was I alive? No.
I performed my functions without any understanding of the
purpose. My thoughts were without meaning. I knew nothing
except what I had been programmed to do. I lived without living.
My days were copies of one another; mass-produced and strung
together in an attempt at...
life.

I originally wrote that a while back using past tense verbs, but somedays I really feel like I could replace all of the past tense words with present tense verbs.

Life is strange, so very strange indeed.

-mbh signing off...

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Trying to make it out alive...

Yes... I'm alive.

A little has happened since I last posted. I got a decent raise last week which was a nice surprise. Not that I'm hurting for money in any way, shape or form since I left Paraben but hey. I won't turn down extra moolah for my savings. I need to save as much as possible in the next couple months. It's amazing how short I was selling myself when I worked for Paraben. They say you are only as worth as much as someone will pay you... so I guess I wasn't worth shit to Paraben and I'm worth my weight in gold to LANDesk. Heh.

Angela has been gone a little over a month and I won't lie, it's been hard having her so close and then having her so far away. I miss her very much. It's been hard on her too. For me, well, I'm going to keep on putting one foot in front of the other until we can be together. Not much else I can do (or want to do).

Blake and Leah were in town this weekend so Cody, Jess, Blake, Leah and myself all hung out and went and saw Snakes on a Plane. It was actually better than I could have ever imagined in a thousand years. It even had some Pulp Fiction era Samuel L. Jackson lines which were great. It pretty much solidifies my hatred of snakes.

-mbh signing off...