May 23rd, 2008

Sailor Steeler

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Sometimes, people wonder why I don't have anything good to say or report about. The answer is because nothing extraordinarily good happens to me. The most pleasure I usually get is out of eating, not gorging myself on food, but the act of chewing, tasting, and swallowing. Other than that, nothing good happens, whether expected or unexpected.

Don't get me wrong. I don't have extraordinarily bad days either, and there are things like food, water, shelter, health, electricity, and Internet access I take for granted. If my days were that bad -- and there are quite a few people I know who do have an extraordinarily bad day EVERY day -- then I could at least write about my misadventures.

My job is perhaps the bright spot in my life. I don't have to break rocks or anything like that, but I haven't gotten a raise since I started working there and with each passing year, my paychecks have actually gotten smaller, rather than bigger. At slightly more than the minimum wage, it means I get to keep a roof over my head, so that's a plus.

I haven't had a dinner at a restaurant for so long that I seriously can't remember, and while I did get to see Iron Man (a GREAT film), it will probably be the only movie I see in the theaters this year.

I haven't bought a game in a long time, and it's been a while since I've even played one. It's not due to a lack of time, but a lack of interest in even turning the console on.

My family is in shambles after the recent events that have occurred, and the fallout is nothing like I anticipated. Even though I had managed to convince myself that even in the darkest cloud there was a silver lining, it turns out it was made of aluminum, and a bad situation grows even worse by the day.

So positive? No, there's not one aspect of my life that I can say is positive.