carrot on a stick

here’s what’s sad. if i have a deadline or a class or something like that, i seem to be able to create things. if i have a carrot. will i get a grade? will people look at me? will i get a pat on the back? i don’t know. i have a book to write, damnit. i have a lot of things to write and do, damnit. but because they will only be something that will be to my benefit, i seem to not be able to get them done. i’ve had so much encouragement and help throughout the years, too. all of you seem to believe in me, you know?

anyway, i’m going to try and write a little each day. again. i think part of the problem is now i’m stuck between the rock and the hard place of being unemployed and not wanting to write here because i’m so scared that people will find this on their social media search of me and find out what a terrible, horrible, fucked up person i am — but guess what? unless i take it all down, it’s here. all 7 years of it. i don’t know, you know? unless i can come here and write honestly and openly, i can’t write here. that’s the thing this has always been for me: a real outlet. me being me.

and that’s the thing that i’m afraid no one wants. i don’t know what to be anymore. i feel like i’m too real for people. too crazy for some. too lazy for others. too weird. i don’t know. i really, really don’t. i don’t have enough experience for some people. i’m not good enough. or is this is my constant inner dialogue manifesting in my outer world?

i don’t know. i know there are some external circumstances that i’m running around internally — i have to see a dermatologist. there’s some things i think i’m legitimately concerned about. but i don’t have a lick of insurance. i’m trying to figure it out. applied for charity care at one hospital. don’t feel like i got great care at the one free clinic i had been going to, so do i give them another chance with something that could potentially be this big? but do i wait any much longer?

i feel like i cannot BREATHE. waiting to exhale isn’t even coming close to what it is. i’ve talked about a mattress of grief before, but this is just like the summer of my madness. or summer of misery. or summer of loneliness. redux. this is the summer of 2001 and 2005 turned 2011. sad and lonely. dry and crazy (2001) and heartache (2005). yeah, i said it.

it’s so different, though. it’s not as passionate and terrible as it was that year. thank god for that, at least. in fact, as i was contemplating things, i realized that the object of my sob story moved away in *november* and i haven’t seen him since. in fact, it might have been longer, since i think i was mad about something before that. most of a year i haven’t seen his face. so, it’s not the bone crushing yearning of 2005. it’s more the ‘gosh i wish things were different and boy i wish he was different and man that’s stupidly selfish and it’d be nice to see him and i wonder what tv shows he’s watching and man that’s shallow and imisshimimisshimimisshim.”

yeah, it’s silly. it’s all silly. stupid and silly. i did tell the universe i’d go without internet for a year if i could somehow magically instantly lose 60 pounds (and be healthy — not have some bone wasting disease or something). i don’t know who to really make these bets/deals with, but i’d totally just have phone and text (not even internet on my phone), if that could go down. swearsies.

attention span of a newborn, hey? yeah, i’ll admit if i could get with a real psychiatrist that could monitor me exclusively and closely, i’d be up for getting back on some non-stimulant ADD meds. cause i saw at my brief run at my last job that this shit is for real, yo. i worked every moment of that job from the moment i walked in the door to the moment i left, and i struggled with my ADD hardcore. it wasn’t that i didn’t like my job or that i was on facebook or anything. i just struggled with some actual, straight-up ADD shit. and it’s way worse being on my own, at home, no structure. but if that was some sort of taunt to get me to write, well, i guess you got your wish.

but most of the time, i’m dicking around on the internet while my (sub)conscious is rotating between “how in the fuck am i going to get the bills paid? we owe a lot of money.” to “do i have skin cancer? i’m not joking, there’s some things i’m concerned about. how am i going to get this legit checked out?” “my manic-depression isn’t 100% on the level right now. that’s not good. oh well.” “i wish i didn’t send that email.” “i need to get some shit for CHIRP done.” “i need to get some shit for coffee club done.” “i need to get a job. i wish my resume was better. i wish i had more experience. i wish i knew how to remedy any of that.” “i hope flan is okay. she seems a little odd. is she okay? i hope she is okay.” “i am not getting what i need to get done.” “i should get out of the house. i should take a walk.” “did i eat? am i hungry? what should i eat?” “i wish i had money for a movie/that concert.” “i want to move. i can’t. i don’t have a job.” “i want to be able to go to great america with my niece/nephew. i can’t. i don’t have a job.” “i need to organize/clean.” “i need to write.” “i am fat. i am fat. i am fat. i am fat.” “i am a failure.” “i wish i had a car.” “i need to check on my application for charity care/meds/food/something else/whatever.” “i need new clothes that i fit into. but i can’t afford any. i don’t have a job.” “if i get a job where i need nice clothes, what then?” “will i ever finish college? will it be worth it, even?” “do my friends all hate me? are they sick of me?” “why can’t i work on stepwork? am i constitutionally incapable?” “should i move back home to my parents’ house and just give up?”

yep. that’s what it looks like. those aren’t constant. but those are the themes this summer. welcome back to the blog, everyone! here i am, then. i guess i’ll go back to what i know, the truth, jobs be damned, since they’re not knocking on my door. oh, and i bought some of those sketchers shape-ups, and they fucking work! i mean, i’m not all toned and shit yet (man, it’s 12:36 am and still 80 out!), but every time i wear them, i can feel them. they’re no joke! i suppose it wouldn’t hurt to take a walk right now. what i really, really want to do is take a drive. a long, long drive. i’ve been yearning for that for awhile. i just know it would soothe my soul a little to get out there.

and scene.

Advertisements

12 thoughts on “carrot on a stick

  1. Alex L recommended to me books by this guy Larry Winget, and I like them so far… it’s no-excuses, get-your-ass-in-gear shit that I’m finding helpful. I’ve also made a commitment to ride my bike to meetings that are within 5 miles of where I live, because that has been easier for me to adhere to than just a vague daily goal of exercise. (It’s hard when it’s so humid out, though — I thought I would die today!)

    Anyhow… you were missed tonight.

  2. Way too many things to comment on, so let’s just try and tackle the number one issue, your health. You do tend to turn a headache into a brain tumor, but let’s assume that it is skin cancer. Once that is established, then maybe the doctor or treatment matters. My point is even if you go to a clinic in Ireland they will take the growth and send it off for a biopsy. Guess where that sample ends up? Yep, the same place the derm clinic in Palm Springs sends their sample. So get the growth tested and go from there. There is no difference in care at that point. So “trusting” the clinic really doesn’t come into play.

  3. and that would be fine. but the free clinic last time wouldn’t even let me talk to their endocrinologist, for instance. so i don’t have a lot of faith that i’ll even get to SEE their dermatologist. 😦

  4. also, if someone is going to be lopping shit off my body, i kind of really care who’s going to be doing it!

  5. Also, if you are really scared it’s skin cancer, do a Google search for skin cancer screenings or something. At the very least you’ll get someone to take a look and I’m SURE that they would be able to help you get help. Call the American Cancer Society, too. (Have you tried Erie again?)

  6. Amy has the right idea. The other alternative is Stroger Hospital. Yeah it will take a long time to get seen, but that is one of the few advantages to being unemployed, you have nothing but time. Once the health issues start to get addressed then you can work on the other things.

  7. Jocelyn,

    Make a commitment to write two pages fo your book a day. It does not see m like much but after fifty days you have 100 pages and so on. Just do it.

    Alexis

  8. Alexis has the right idea, but we need to add a reward or a not so big punishment so to speak to this. If there is no consequence to not doing something most likely will not do it, but if you tie it into something like, she doesn’t go see a band that is playing in August unless she has x amount of pages done then I think the 2 pages a day thing can work.

  9. So, I read this earlier and I got to thinking that if I were in your predicament I would probably try to join the Peace Corps. I mean, why not? You pretty much have nothing to lose and everything to gain. You’re not tied to a job or kids or a spouse or a home. It would be a life changing experience that would definitely alter your perspective and shake up something within you. It would give you an opportunity to meet all kinds of people and to serve those in greater need than even yourself. It would offer you full medical and dental coverage and it would definitely give you something to write about! Damn, thinking about it, I’m now kind of envious of your position! 🙂 So, that’s what I think I would do. Get your parents or your sister or a friend to take care of Flan and go have yourself an adventure and the experience of a lifetime without any cost to yourself!
    That said, an average visit to a dermatologist, without insurance, costs about $80 which is similar to the cost of the Sketcher’s Shape-Ups. They can often tell if something is cancerous just by looking at it. I have a spot on my back that I was concerned about last year. I went to a dermatologist and she looked at it, said it was fine, and didn’t even bother with a biopsy or anything so it might be worth just forking out for the initial visit and then go from there based upon the doctor’s opinion.

  10. Many moons ago during the second worst job market in my time, thanks Jimmy Carter, I actually looked at the Peace Corps. It isn’t the easiest to get into to. They want people with skills, mechanics, carpenters and the like. College degrees are almost a must if you do not have trade skills. It is a great suggestion and maybe they can be more definitive as to what skills they are looking for. And actually telling someone to actually spend $ on health care rather than a personal item like shoes? That sounds awful Republican. If we got some of the 50% who pay no taxes to pay some taxes maybe we could have free health care.

  11. The suggestion about paying to go to the doctor wasn’t a policy suggestion. It’s a realistic one. If she’s worried about cancer she should do whatever possible to get looked at, IMO, even if that means paying for it. I’m not saying that she doesn’t DESERVE health insurance. The reality is that she needs to get that thing checked! And, it just might be nothing, which would be a relief to know.

  12. Why so serious? Hated the movie but love that quote. Just pulling your leg a little. Of course she should have it checked out, but odds are strong it is nothing. I do like the Peace Corps thingie though.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s