I’ve been absent from the blog for a while. I haven’t even been keeping up with reading the other blogs I follow.
I want to write, but my depression has been so bad for so long, that I haven’t had the emotional strength or motivation to even attempt it. And my fiction ideas have dried up.
So, I want to try something.
For those of you that read my blog, is there something that you’d like to see more of?
If there’s one of my fictions you’d like to see continued, let me know which one.
If you’d like poetry, tell me that, & I’ll work on it.
If you’d like more of my personal history stories, shout out, & I’ll see about continuing that thread.
Or if you’d like me to write more about my struggles with anxiety & depression, ask, and ye shall receive.
I just feel like I need a push in some direction.
It’s not coming from my internal furnace, so maybe I need to seek it outside myself.
So…I’m asking for help, which for me, is a big thing.
Any and all ideas & requests are welcome, but may not all be followed, depending on my comfort level.
So, I’m an admitted nerdgirl.
I love learning new things, love researching things I’m interested in, and weird facts stick to the inside of my brain like Velcro.
But, I’m also a gamergirl.
I started playing games when my ex-husband introduced me to them in 1997, when we were dating.
And my love for RPG (role-playing games) was cemented then.
I think it truly stems from my love of books, as I see games as a way to actually participate in the stories.
And, I get to kill shit.
Best stress-relief ever.
For the last few months, though, I haven’t been playing any of the games I have. I think my depression was weighing down on so much in my life, it just kind of took over everything I enjoyed & wrenched it from me.
Now, however, I’ve started to get some of my spark back.
It’s slow-going, because this bout of depression was – really bad. And I know it’s going to take a while to come all the way back from that.
But, I’m starting to get my games back.
Fallout 3, 4, & New Vegas, are some of the ones I enjoy in the apocalyptic genre. The storylines are really good, and they’re “open-world” games, which means I can go where I want in the map, & don’t have to follow a set agenda.
When I’m seriously in the mood for taking out bad guys, these are my go-to, as there’s a whole lot of baddies to get in them. It’s pretty much the core of the plotlines for these games, so they’re perfect for that.
If I’m looking more for “story”, or leaning more towards wanting the fantasy worlds, I load up Elder Scrolls Oblivion (I’ve played this game SOOO many times, all the way through, I could probably be a tutor for noobs.
If I’m looking to go “old school”, I fire up Final FantasyX & X2. Classics, and, in my opinion, 2 of the best put out in the Final Fantasy series.
I have a couple of other games in my cabinet that I love, but don’t play often anymore, mostly because I have beaten them, & they’re such long-playing games, I just don’t feel as passionate about them as the others.
Now, you gamers out there will notice that all of these are “single player” games.
Yep. I don’t play well with others & run with scissors when I’m gaming.
*sigh* I have control issues, alright? I don’t respond well to getting ordered about while I’m trying to play a game.
So, I’ve mostly stayed away from MMORPGs. (Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Games)
I tried, when Elder Scrolls came out with their MMORPG.
*sigh* I just couldn’t take it.
Too many people running around, no one I trusted to play with – it irritated me enough to make me stop playing.
And this is a BIG hesitation,
I’m trying again.
This time on my phone.
I found a game that’s got such gorgeous graphics, & the story seems engaging enough. The fighting style will take me a bit to learn, as it requires both thumbs on my touch screen, so that’s awkward. I have to watch where I’m touching, because there are no physical buttons.
Gah, I wish they’d just put this on a console.
The name of the game is Perfect World.
It first came out as a PC game, I guess? But, since I don’t PC, that don’t fly for me. So here it is.
I’ll give this the benefit of the doubt, and try it for a while.
I’ve been looking for a new RPG to play, and this might fill that role.
I only play it at home, since it would suck data like a desert cactus in a rain storm.
So, maybe if I take it slow, give it time to settle…
I’m just glad I’m starting to get my GamerNerdgirl back on.
I missed this chick.
It’s been a couple of days since what happened, happened.
I decided to let it sit a little, to figure out how I really felt about it, without just busting off about my feelings and possibly saying something that was “heat of the moment”.
It was a sympathy card.
One that got passed around the office for a coworker from another office, due to the loss of a family member.
Innocent and compassionate, it showed that our coworkers cared about how another one was feeling.
And yet, as I signed it…
I felt a little sting in my chest.
Because, I lost both an uncle and a cousin, father and son, last month, both to cancer…
And yet, no one signed a card for me.
No, I’m not looking to be the center of attention, nor did I need, or want, coworkers fawning over me with pity. When I grieve, I would rather do it behind closed doors, at home. I HATE falling apart in front of people I’m not close to. And believe me, the circle of people I’m close enough to to feel comfortable showing that level of emotion in front of – is miniscule.
I’m glad I took the time to really think about my reaction, because I wasn’t truly sure why I reacted that way, when I don’t like being the center of attention, & would probably have felt extremely uncomfortable having everyone stare at me if I opened the card in the office.
And I realized, I felt that twinge…
Because it finally really hit home that I’m very isolated emotionally from my coworkers. They just don’t see me. Not the true me.
They see the quiet one who hates mornings, so she doesn’t talk to anyone unless directly approached until about 10am.
They see the jokester who makes people smile & laugh.
They see the professional who can talk to just about anyone who comes through the doors, then, as soon as they leave, changes gears back to being quiet & focused on work.
They see the silent one who tries not to engage in the break room, because I’m reading, & really want to be in the story.
But they only see those masks.
I’ve tried in the past, tentatively, to get to know some of the coworkers a little deeper than just small talk.
But, when it’s just not reciprocated, I pull back again, and don’t try anymore.
I hate being a bother or an obligation.
So, i just don’t really try all that hard to be the instigator of deeper conversations, anymore.
Because that twinge hits when you get brushed off.
This was just a little pinch.
And, while I can forgive, because I know there was no malice…
It reminds me that – I don’t truly belong.
And I don’t forget.
My Uncle Jeff passed away last night.
His son, my cousin Cody, passed away August 1st.
Once again, I will not be able to go to the funeral, because it’s 13 hours away. Also, my ElderDaughter & her family are coming this weekend to visit.
My head is a mess.
I’m glad I’ll get to see my grandbabies, EldestDaughter, her husband “Moose”, & her friend who’s traveling with them.
But my heart is also in shreds, after losing yet another family member to cancer. Father and son, both gone within weeks of each other.
“At least he’s not suffering anymore”…they say
My head knows this is true.
My heart just wants to stop the pain.
My mom couldn’t even call me to tell me today, she texted me the news.
He was her baby brother.
My thoughts are so random and disjointed.
And I still have to clean house before the kids get here tomorrow night.
It doesn’t help that my water heater started leaking on Sunday, so I had to have a new one installed yesterday.
Another expense I can’t really afford…
Which just means that even if the kids weren’t coming this weekend, I still wouldn’t have been able to go to Iowa for the funeral.
I just can’t deal right now.
And yet, here I sit, again, trying to get through another pain-filled night by myself. I just really need someone to fucking hug me & tell me it will get better.
Just for a minute.
I want someone to comfort me, instead of always having to try to get through it alone.
I miss my family, but there’s no way to fix it.
I wish I could be there for my Aunt & my other cousins, but I can’t go.
I want to run.