I know who you are. I know where you live. I know an awful lot of information about you that was compiled in a very short amount of time. Next time you want to break into someone's work truck and steal hundreds of dollars of equipment, don't leave behind your phone case that has your name and photo, your wife's name and photo, and the name of your personal business on it. You ripped off the wrong Mexican. I'm going to burn you down.
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I know exactly who he is, I know exactly where he lives. I could step outside my door and take one flight of stairs to be at his. He’s right there and I can’t do anything about it. That is, I can’t legally do anything about it. I have to sit here and wait for the police to call me back so I can tell them that my wife did all their investigation work for them, and all they have to do is knock on his door.
Warning: I’m going to be rambling a lot down below the cut. But I need to get this out and I need to not delete this.
I’ve been trying to write this post out for a while now but every time I do, I start second-guessing the things I’m saying and end up feeling insecure about it all and then I just delete the whole thing. I’m not going to do that this time. I’m not going to delete this. I’m going to get out everything I’ve been bottling up for so long.
I am not okay. I haven’t been okay for a very long time. I think it’s some form of anxiety but I haven’t had the time to go to a doctor and see what’s up. I just know that I’m messed up in the head and that the way I feel is not normal. It can’t be normal.
My mind is constantly running through everything I’ve said or done, questioning and doubting and second-guessing every word and action. I can already feel myself doubting what I’m typing but I need to just power through this and say what comes to mind without backpedaling. I’m not going to delete this.
I wish I was more social. I wish I could just start a conversation with my friends, send a message or a text without hyper-analyzing every last word and punctuation mark and emoji. So many times I’ve wanted to just send a message to someone, but I second-guess and doubt myself before I’m done typing it out. I hear that voice in the back of my mind saying “Wow, you sound desperate. Don’t say that, they’ll think you’re weird. They’re just going to think you’re annoying if you message them out of the blue. Nobody wants to talk to you.”
I freeze up. I panic. I end up deleting everything, and never bother to contact anyone. I feel like I’m not a good friend because of that. And I feel like crap for even saying that because now the voice is telling me I sound like I’m begging for attention, like I need someone to swoop in and stroke my ego, saying “You’re a great friend, Robert!” But that’s not what I’m trying to do, I just need to let this out. I need to vent somehow because I’ve been bottling it up for years and I’ve only ever really told a select few people in my life.
This feeling comes and goes, I have high points and low points. And I feel like the low points are getting steadily worse and worse. I tense up and get shaky just debating whether to click “like” on a facebook post or a tweet. The voice in my mind screams at me that I’m not worth anyone’s time, that nobody wants to hear from me, that everything I say is stupid. Everything I do is a mistake. That I need to be so much better than I am before anyone can like me.
And the worst part is that I KNOW it’s all bullshit. I know, logically, that none of that is true. My friends value my company. My family enjoys spending time with me. I know, logically, rationally, that is the truth. But right now the voice is yelling “Look how ARROGANT you sound! You’re so CONCEITED to think that they value you. What and EGOTISTICAL PRICK. Looky here, Robert thinks he’s important! WHAT AN ASSHOLE.”
I’m sick of it. I’m tired. I’m so tired. I haven’t been sleeping well and the voice has been getting louder and louder and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to fix it and I feel like I shouldn’t be asking for help. The voice is telling me that it’s selfish of me to throw my problems out for everyone to see and read. That I’m inconsiderate to ask for help. I don’t deserve it. It’s too troublesome. I’m not worth the time.
I hate it. I hate that for every positive thought I struggle to latch onto, the voice has a dozen rebuttals prepared with ease. The voice is always ready with reasons why I’m wrong. I’m like a bumbling defense attorney scouring through notes, trying to find something to clear my name while the prosecutor sits smugly, knowing he has all the evidence in his favor.
I don’t know where I’m going with this. I just needed to write it out. I just needed to say something without doubting myself and erasing it all. This is one thing the voice won’t take away from me today.
So, it's been a long time since I've been active in here aside from the occasional reblog. There's been a lot going on the past few months and I feel I need to get some things off my chest. For the last six months or so, my work has been steadily becoming more and more stressful. I keep being given more responsibilities and more difficult tasks to accomplish. I've been kept in the dark when it comes to what projects are coming up in the future and where/when I may have to be moving again. I'm beginning to feel under appreciated for all the work I've put into this job. Because of the increased stress at work, I find myself having less and less energy when I'm home. I'm constantly tired, constantly aching. I'm already terrible at keeping in contact with my friends and family, but the fatigue makes it that much worse. I'm sorry that I haven't been in touch. As for my music... I haven't written anything since last year. When I finally find time and energy to sit at my computer and try to write, nothing comes out. I have so many unfinished projects that I can't get to sound right. As more time passes, the more I think it might be better to stop trying. I need a change. Sometime soon, I'm going to start exploring different job options. I need something stable. Something that doesn't require me to move across the state/country every year. Something that doesn't leave me completely drained when I'm home.
Been having some pretty bad back pain today. Uuuuuuggggghhhhh it sucks, it feels like my lower back needs to pop but no matter how I twist and stretch it won't help. I'm all stiff and sore and useless. No bueno. Sad face.
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So I've been working at my new job site here in Uvalde for a little over a week now. I came out here because the superintendent at the last site told me I'd have the opportunity to really move up in this company. He said if I keep up my good work ethic, I could end up running my own crew of workers, maybe become foreman, and eventually move up to his position as superintendent. This past week, however, I've faced my first major obstacle on my path upwards in this company: my coworker. Now, this kid I work with is only a few months older than me. He's been working with the company for two years. I first worked with him in California, where I actually trained him how to use the GPS Survey equipment that we use. He was being transferred and needed to learn, so I was chosen to train him. Lo and behold, he was transferred to this project two weeks before I was, and made "lead man" for the GPS Survey crew. Meaning he's my "boss", despite not having any real authority over me. Today I came to fully realize that the way this guy operates is to make himself look good by talking trash and making everyone around him look bad. He takes every opportunity to belittle me and the two other guys that work with us, while boasting about how he is in a higher position than us (which he's not, by the way). Now if it were any other one of our group, I wouldn't be bothered much by it. But he's our lead man. Meaning at the end of the day, he reports back to the superintendent of this site and tells him all about how we're working. Meaning he has the power to tell the superintendent whatever trash he wants about me and everyone else to make himself look good. I've been told I'd be receiving my own set of GPS equipment and have my own crew to work with alongside this current crew, and when that happens, when I'm made lead man, I'm going to make sure that the only thing my superintendent hears about my work is the numbers we bring in at the end of the day. I know I'm a great worker, and I know when I'm able to lead my own crew, the work we get done will reflect that. I don't need to brag about how good I work, or say that no one else does work as well as I do. And when this other guy gets left behind because all he does is talk trash, I'm just going to keep on working.
We still haven't received word as to where we'll be moving to or when. I'm getting pretty frustrated over this. I love this job and it's going to be supporting my family well into the future, but being stuck in limbo like this is really taking a toll. I can't even go into my gif collection to add an image that can properly express my frustration because my computer is packed away. The best I can do from my iPad is this: >:( Look at that. So woefully inadequate. Screw you, Mr. Frowny Face. You don't even know.
I finish a song, upload it, feel great about myself for getting something creative done, then think to myself, "Alright, time to crank out another song while I'm still in the musical mood and boost my productivity!"
Then I open up Reason and my brain just:
And I end up not writing anything for about a week, sometimes longer.