I can kiss you good-bye.
An asset.
Nate wants to be an asset. That is his goal in life. We got to talking tonight..just about the future, life in general, what we want to do. His whole drive as of late (he's attempting to become an electrician) is that he wants to be valued, to be needed.
Is it a bad thing that I could care lessed about being an asset, or being valued, or being needed? I mean, I'm well aware that everyone has different goals in life and all of that. But frankly, I couldn't care less if I ever become 'needed' or 'valued' to another person or group of people. I mean, sure, it'd be nice, but it isn't of necessity to me. I'd much rather do what I want, for my reasons, and leave it at that. If someone values what I do, needs what I do...whoopee. Yay, a fan. I don't care. The whole idea brings forth apathy in me.
Apparently, Lydia is now working as a dancer at a local stip club. This saddens me, but somehow, doesn't surprise me. She's an attention whore; she craves it. I wish Nate and I could have done more to help her see that the people she hangs around are not good influences, but, unfortunately, there isn't much I can do about that. We tried, she pretty much ran away. End of story.
I think my words are coming back to me. Thankfully. This is all flowing a lot easier than my last post. Which I am quite grateful for. Without my words, I don't have a way to vent. I told someone earlier today..it isn't the words themselves that I use as a form of catharsis; more often than not, the actual words bear little or no emotional link to how I'm currently feeling. It's the very fact that I'm writing; pen to paper (or in this case, binary to standard english) as an action.
Without that action, I don't know where I'd be.
Nate wants to be an asset. That is his goal in life. We got to talking tonight..just about the future, life in general, what we want to do. His whole drive as of late (he's attempting to become an electrician) is that he wants to be valued, to be needed.
Is it a bad thing that I could care lessed about being an asset, or being valued, or being needed? I mean, I'm well aware that everyone has different goals in life and all of that. But frankly, I couldn't care less if I ever become 'needed' or 'valued' to another person or group of people. I mean, sure, it'd be nice, but it isn't of necessity to me. I'd much rather do what I want, for my reasons, and leave it at that. If someone values what I do, needs what I do...whoopee. Yay, a fan. I don't care. The whole idea brings forth apathy in me.
Apparently, Lydia is now working as a dancer at a local stip club. This saddens me, but somehow, doesn't surprise me. She's an attention whore; she craves it. I wish Nate and I could have done more to help her see that the people she hangs around are not good influences, but, unfortunately, there isn't much I can do about that. We tried, she pretty much ran away. End of story.
I think my words are coming back to me. Thankfully. This is all flowing a lot easier than my last post. Which I am quite grateful for. Without my words, I don't have a way to vent. I told someone earlier today..it isn't the words themselves that I use as a form of catharsis; more often than not, the actual words bear little or no emotional link to how I'm currently feeling. It's the very fact that I'm writing; pen to paper (or in this case, binary to standard english) as an action.
Without that action, I don't know where I'd be.
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