No Regrets

Daily writing prompt
Describe a risk you took that you do not regret.

There are a few I could use for this prompt. Mostly things that I have talked about at length in other prompts. I am at work right now and have a ton of things going on, so I will be brief today. You won’t have to dig far back to find more details, I don’t think.

Was getting married a risk? Do people see marriage as a risk? What about proposing? I ask because my gut tells me that will be a common topic of discussion today, but for me it is not. Getting married was not something I saw as a risk, it was something I saw as destiny. I wanted it so bad that I never saw it as something to be nervous about. It was something I couldn’t not do, know what I mean? It’s been almost 15 years since we said, “I do” to each other and it’s still far and away the best thing I have done. I could never claim it was a risk. Nothing could be further from the truth.

So what do I write about then? It has to be my college experience. Or should I say experiences. I started college in the Fall of 1989 as a music student with a focus in sound recording. I dropped out after the Fall 1991 semester. That was a risk. I still view that as much one huge failure in my life. It turned out to be the right move, but it’s still a massive fail.

In October 1992 I went to a tech school in Boston that doesn’t exist anymore and did a one year program studying sound recording. I graduated with excellent grades but struggled to find work afterwards. Going to that school probably counts as a risk, but it’s a low risk. I didn’t have much of a shot at success. Not due to the school, but due to my personality. On some level I probably knew all along that I was just stalling to keep the real world at bay for a year. I ended up doing warehouse work and being pretty miserable.

In the Fall of 1997 I went back to school. That was the biggest risk. I had a job. I was doing poorly but sort of getting by. Going back to school full time at the age of 26 was a tough choice but I was hopeful that it would pay off. It took a while to graduate, including changing schools once, but I did and I got a job and I started a career that I like and then I met a girl on myspace and she was amazing and you know the rest based on what I wrote a few paragraphs back.

So stopping what passed for my life in my mid-20’s and starting over was a major risk for me, but it is one that I don’t regret at all. I am very happy with the way things turned out.

Not Today

Daily writing prompt
Write about a time when you didn’t take action but wish you had. What would you do differently?

Sorry, dear readers, but I gots nothin’ for this one. Not only can I not think of anything I could share, I can’t think of anything too personal that I wouldn’t share even if it answered the question. I literally cannot come up with anything for this at all.

Everything I have done in my life has lead me to where I am today. I like where I am today. I am happy and in a good place. I am surrounded by good people and I have a family who (for some unimaginable reason) loves me. I would not have done anything in my life any differently as that would risk changing where I ended up… and I would never want to do that.

Life is good, even if the Bruins did lose game two to the Maple Leafs last night.

Nerves

Daily writing prompt
What makes you nervous?

Today’s question is pretty funny. It is a laugh riot. What makes me nervous? What doesn’t make me nervous. Literally everything makes me nervous.

The usual big ticket items make me nervous. Fascism taking over my country makes me nervous. The maga cult moving into my neighborhood makes me nervous. Money makes me nervous. Food, clothing, and shelter make me nervous. Cancer makes me nervous. Dementia makes me nervous. All the big scary things.

The unusual little things make me nervous too. Breathing. Crossing the street. Both sleeping and waking up. Most other people. The sky. The ground. All of it. Everything. Literally everything.

I guess I am an all purpose kinda nervous wreck. I do my best to deal with it and hide it from the normal folks, but it’s always there and everything can set it off.

Everything.

Rebel Moon II: Atrocious?

I said in a post the other day that I was planning on watching the new Rebel Moon movie (part 2) on Netflix. I was thinking about re-watching the first movie because even though I watched it a short time ago I couldn’t remember anything about it (except for the thing about Daario Naharis doing a scene with Daario Naharis). I figured I’d watch part 1 to refresh my memory and then watch part 2.

Last night, that’s what I did. I watched part 1 again. It’s still bad, but probably not quite as bad as the reviews made it out to be. The dialog is worse than I remembered. It’s really bad. I mean… really bad. The complete and total lack of plot was just as I recalled. The movie isn’t so much terrible as it is just boring.

This morning I have started watching part 2. I am about 45 minutes into it and… oh my goodness, is it terrible. I mean. Atrocious. It’s not like we are expecting much out of Zack Snyder these days but sweet christmas this is ridiculous. I still have about an hour and a quarter to go, so it might improve, but I am not what you would call hopeful.

My favorite part so far is the slow motion, action farming scenes. We watch them harvesting grain in slow motion while super intense, dramatic music plays and I gotta be honest with you all, I laughed out loud at how incredibly stupid it was. Just ridiculous like you’ve never known before. That was briefly topped by the scene of the general filling his water bottle in slow motion. Like… wow. Just… wow. I mean, it’s probably Chekhov’s water bottle, right? It’s got to have some meaning at some point further on in the movie, right? He filled a water bottle in slow motion… that has to have meaning, right?

I’m 48 minutes in now… it can’t get worse, can it? Can it?

Cool Down

Daily writing prompt
How do you unwind after a demanding day?

I’m not sure how to unwind. I feel like I carry things like tough days around with me for long after they stop being an issue. I try not to hold grudges and I try to just let stressful things go, but the only thing that seems to work for me is time.

I try to relax after a hard day. I try listening to music, watching a good TV show or movie, maybe put up my feet and watch a game or something. Maybe have a nice dinner or just sit and breath and calm myself down. It really doesn’t work though. My idiot brain just keeps cycling through whatever happened and my attempts at relaxation are just a waste of effort.

Bummer, right?