So, in my last post, I promised that the next update would be amazingly earth shattering. And for anyone that knows me, what I am about to say certainly falls into that category.
I am happy.
I don’t know when the last time I could honestly say that. Normally it is “I am fine” or “Everything is OK” but lately, I can honestly say that I am happy. Why am I happy, you ask? well there are a number of reasons, but pretty much everything can be summed up into 2 categories. Home, and work.
That is pretty much all I have, a job I love, a wife I love, a home I love. This is what makes me happy right now
I mean how many people my age can say that they have no debt at all (other than the couple hundred dollars on the credit card that needs to be paid off when I get paid on friday)? We own our car, we own our house, we own everything in our house.
I mean how many people my age can say that they actually own their homes. most are still paying the bank for it. We are not. It actually couldn’t have happened at a better time, because now we can put money aside into investments while the market is low. This should provide a much larger gain in the future which is always good.
As for work, I love what I do. I took some time away from the call centre industry, and realized that it is basically where I was meant to be. Now I am not saying that work is all sunshine and roses, because we all know that if work was that great you couldn’t call it work now could you?
Sure I am essentially at an entry level position within the company, but I think I will be able to work my way up rather nicely. If not within my own department, then within one of the bazillion other areas within the organization.
For now though, I think I will just keep my head down and bust my ass off like usual. I am on a few special projects that keep me pretty busy, and one of them involves a weekly management meeting so that always helps in terms of getting my name out there.
On a somewhat related note, I am in 4th place in the office fantasy hockey league. I think that isn’t bad for someone who doesn’t really follow sports at all anymore.
But yeah, I am definitely happy. Not moderately content, or pensively dismissive (well, maybe a little).
I have been trying to think over the last few days and even while writing this, when the last time I really felt happy for any meaningful period of time was. I can’t come up with anything. There has always been a part of my life that was totally going down the shitter so to speak. Something that was missing. Something keeping me from being happy.
Whether it be trapped in a dead end job, being in a bad relationship (or not in one at all), or being compared to others that were doing better than me, there was always something holding me down.
I got the biggest compliment ever from my sister not too long ago. She said that she sometimes wished she was more like me. Of course it was for completely shutting my biological father out of my life, but to me it seemed like more than that. She wished she had the strength to be as emotionally disconnected as me.
Let’s face it, I look bored at an amusement park. I am one of those people that really never get excited, or overwrought with grief, or anything like that. It doesn’t mean I don’t feel like that on the inside, just for some reason I developed this rather stoic exterior that does not convey emotion very much.
On some deep level, I am in pain by the fact that my biological father is an asshat, because as we all know asshattery is a genetic trait. I used to divert much of my time into not being an asshat. turns out, I only needed to be myself. That deep level is all but sealed now. with nothing but a little slit in the barrier in case the need arise to pass a message through.
Being told by your older sister that she wishes she were more like you sometimes, definitely a compliment. that means that the person you looked up to all these years (yes… you read that right… I looked up to my big sister) looks up to you occasionally as well. That there is a mutual respect there that transcends all of the childhood trauma inflicted on each other.
Being told by your older sister that she wishes she were more like you validates that what you have been doing is ok. That the course of action needed to be taken.
On that note, I think I have rambled on long enough (judging by the fact that the bus stop is approaching)
Tune in next time when you hear me say “What the Fuck?!?!?!?!”