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Monday, December 31, 2001 |
As I celebrate the completion of my thirty-seventh year on the planet I can’t help but wonder about the point of my existence. My loving wife tells me that it’s all about the kids and I would have to agree in part. The other part of me thinks that I need to carve out my own little niche. Right now, I don’t have a definite goal and it’s ticking in the back of my head. Work is work but the part I love is interacting with so many different people throughout the day. I’m not comfortable being “the guy who was truly fascinated by every person that crossed his path”. It takes too long to say and is wholly unimpressive. I was working on the cool stunt-dad title but I am still feeling the affects of my pogo stick crash the other night. A note to all, stunts that seemed easy when you were 18 are now almost impossible. This is my second wipeout (jumping the scooter down the front steps and ending up in the bushes was the first) and I think I’ll quit before number three puts me in the hospital. I need a change of purpose for 2002 and am open to suggestion. I’ve been reading The Unabomber's Manifesto Industrial Society And Its Future and tom the hermit is starting to look good. The whole trying to blow people up is beyond me but give me some time alone and I’ll blow the shit out of his nonsense. I know the guy is supposed to be extremely intelligent but what’s wrong with a little entertainment? If you want more than law enforcement or the average freak fan to read something that big you need to punch it up. I truly admire his sense of conviction. I have never had a single pursuit that allowed me to ignore ALL other aspects of life. Maybe I need to work on my “crazy” to help me focus. A distinct lack of goals has been the tragic flaw of my life to date and this is the year that I will attempt to change it. My birthday resolution this year is to set and track distinct goals for every aspect of my life. Big deal says you, Huge deal says my scattered brain. I’ll let you in on some of the big ones as they develop.
12:00:00 AM
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