Hey there, Kid.
Hey there, Folks.
How have you all been?
It's been a bit, yes, and I apologize for the time between these chapters.
Life has a way of getting away from us, you know?
We plan to do so much, and we find ourselves far busier than we would have thought we would be.
The next thing you know, you wasted the time that you needed to get everything done.
Bah.
There never seems to be enough time, right?
I just need to set some new, better habits, and things will even out.
I got this.
So do you.
I will make this year an amazing one.
So will you.
We deserve it.
I am tired of living paycheck to paycheck.
I will change that.
I can't keep letting myself be tired of being tired.
Life is too short.
I will see you all back here soon, yeah?
Let's see what else 2022 had in store for me, lol.
Enjoy.
"Starts up the power systems of theSlappery-Slappish-Slappington 3000.1!, and turns all of the required nobs that will get the people going! What does that even mean? I don't know! BUT IT'S PROVACTIVE!"
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April 11th, 2022.
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Dear You.
This past weekend was crap.
3 drunk dudes walk into a karaoke bar.
A Black one.
A White one.
And a Mexican...
I can't make this up, Kid.
Ask me about it.
Short story?
I had to babysit all damn night.
But enough about that.
Who the hell is your mother?
It is impossible for me to know right now.
I am single.
It is impossible for you to tell me, you have yet to be born.
What a conundrum...
I love you, still.
-Dad.
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(Pops back into this time zone with a great sense of relief. 2022 was not a year that I would care to repeat if given the chance.)
Hmm.
I remember this night quite vividly, actually.
Two of my best friends and one of my cousins had come over, and we had been simply drinking and playing Magic: The Gathering.
All was well until someone in the group had the bright idea to go out to a karaoke bar. While I was not in the mood for such an adventure, I was less inclined to stay home and deal with the constant attitude and petty actions of my ex.
We had broken up by that point, but I had yet to move out.
I had chosen to leave and let her have everything.
Everything.
The furniture, dishes, pets, gadgets, EVERYTHING.
I simply didn't care anymore. I just needed time for my background check to go through, and my new apartment to be ready.
Needless to say, my last month and a half of living there were miserable.
She was either openly and extremely petty, or strangely kind...
Neither did anything to sway or change my mind about leaving, and she came to realize that on and only on the day that I left.
"This is what you wanted?..."
She asked me as she stood over me, looking down, with her arms crossed and a look on her face that was some mixture of confusion, fear, longing, and selfish bitterness...
"No, it's what YOU wanted."
Had been my rebuttal.
She said nothing else.
She would only ever say what she thought would work best for her.
She would never fix her lips to apologize or try to take any accountability.
I took the rest of my things, left, and did my best not to look back.
It would take me an additional two years to convince my heart that she really did treat me like shit, and an additional two to finish healing properly, and fully block her out of my life in any and all ways.
We were together for 8.5 years, and it took about 4 years for me to be done with and fully over her.
Bah.
Anyway!
That night was annoying as shit...
My white friend was drunk as shit and flirting with anything that has legs and a vaginal cavity...
My black friend was already drunk before we arrived, so he was passed out at the bar...
My Mexican cousin was drunk as well, but he was trying to fight anyone and everyone who looked his way...
I was so over it, and over the idea of taking care of three grown-ass men.
I was the only one who was sober, and I hated that I had to mediate all night, and then try to figure out Ubers and shit when it got later.
I was pissed and very over all of it.
At the end of it all, I probably would have rather just dealt with her petty shit, and just stayed my ass home.
I could have saved myself some time, money, and a hella headache by doing so.
Listen, Kid...
You as well, Folks...
Don't be the designated driver.
Don't be the one sober friend in the group.
Just don't go, lol.
Or make sure that you are with people who can handle their alcohol, because it will be hella tiering, embarrassing, and annoying to have to round up grown-ass me like a bunch of toddling children.
Still no You...
Such is life.
I keep hearing about how it's not too late for me.
For You...
I don't know.
I am only getting older.
I am only retaining less hope with each passing day.
I'm sorry...
It's hard when I am just a realist.
Anyway...
Maybe you are reading this long after I am dead or something.
I don't and will never know unless you are born and come of age before that happens.
I hope so...
I will leave you all with that, and I hope that you all return for the next one, yeah?
Until then?
Safe travels, as always.
Keep going.
Stay safe.
Stay healthy.
Stay vigilant.
-Bluu.