I’m no one. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’ve written a few books, but they’re not popular.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I served in the U.S. military, but I’m no hero, just a bureaucratic desk jockey.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I often get wrapped around an axel on grammar rules but suck at them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m a recovering Christian who became an agnostic when I realize that no one knows since all ancient religious documents were written by humans with bicameral minds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I survived some nasty child abuse disguised as moral parenting in the name of a loving god. I didn’t have it as bad as some but still struggle with the trauma, and it instilled within me a deep self loathing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m a college dropout who tried for a degree in computer programming but quit with just two semester hours to go because I didn’t want to take yet another Microsoft Office class.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m a toxic partner who has been divorced twice; they both left me. Wedding vows are just words; words that don’t undo how much of a horrible person I am. I’m done with relationships; I wouldn’t survive another failure. Besides, I’ve been fooled twice; I ain’t falling for it again. To top that, I have way too much destructive baggage, and I’m too lazy to fix myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m a single parent of two children and barely holding on. I have more losses than wins but keep trying, and despite all my failures my kids still love me for some reason. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I play way too many video games in a feeble attempt to escape reality to one that I feel as if I at least have some control even if that sense of control is extremely limited.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I overthink everything to the point of irritation or complete frustration for anyone victim to the result. I can even become unresponsive because my mental loops keep me from choosing a response.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For more than half a century I’ve attempted to learn about everything I find interesting, but I still know nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I struggle with perpetual depression to the point that suicide is always on the table as an option; my past attempt failed. Since then, medications keep me on this side of the veil … for now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’ve lost all the friends I’ve ever had, and only one member of my family even texts me from time to time, even though he really doesn’t like me. So I live with my kids. I am so very alone in this crowd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My brain hates me and won’t let me relax. It will not let me forget all the embarrassing moments of my life or any of my many regrets. I will die with more regrets than I can count. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m always looking for new comedy videos to watch in hopes that one will help numb my anguish, even for just a few seconds. It’s becoming its own drug. Guess there’s worse drugs to be addicted too, but I have to be caught off guard to even genuinely laugh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m a self-destructive, frail human looking for order in this sea of chaos; however, even chaos can produce a semblance of order given enough iterations, like monkeys banging on typewriters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I once turned to mathematics to solve my search for order. However, I came to realize math is just human-created symbology to depict what we perceive. And while math may appear neat, reality is a mess that not even the highest form of math can solve. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wish my life was simple, but it is a complicated, convoluted mess that I strive to comprehend or occasionally squeeze from it a drop of joy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That’s me in a nutshell. No need to sugar-coat anything.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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