Friday, September 17, 2010
I hate it when I feel like this & am happy that it only happens rarely.
I live in a retirement town. By that I mean, people in their golden years come here to live out their lives & die.
My cousin passed away 2 Friday's ago.
I went to a funeral viewing last Wednesday evening & saw the body of a robust man, just a year ago, all shriveled up & looking terrible.
This town has nothing to do in it except sit around & watch the cactus grow.
I'm from California & there are 40 activities to take part in within a 5 block area.
It's not like I haven't tried to get involved w/ stuff around here. I joined a C&W band, that lasted 6 months, then the band had no more bookings.
We joined a 'line dancing' class, took a Spanish class, went back to college & joined a gym.
I get up in the AM(3:30) & hit the gym most mornings. I go to work & I go home. I get up the next day & start all over again. This has been going on for a year.
Even though there are invitations to fellow workers, friends from the gym & old friends that are maybe traveling within 200 miles of where I live... I have had 2 people in 5 years stop by my home & have a beer.
No one has asked me over for to watch a ball game & I don't go to bars anymore so I have to look at myself & wonder, 'What in the cornbread country F**k is wrong w/ me???'
I'm sure this will pass & is only a temporary thing. It is just depressing to think that all I have to look forward to is rotting away in this town & dying.
Yep, I'm a little depressed, sorry.
Ralph the Draftsman