What exactly should I write about?
A friend recently asked me when she can expect to see more of my own writing as opposed to copied and pasted lyrics and words written by someone else. I told her that I wasn’t really sure that I had much to write about. I get up and go to work Monday through Friday. I spend eight hours assisting unethical worker’s compensation doctors fund their once a month vacations and silver Porsche convertibles by convincing insurance companies to pay for treatment that is not needed while keeping able bodied people from making a paycheck to feed their families. When it’s time to leave, I drive home and have dinner. I watch some TV and then go to bed to do it all over again. Exciting, isn’t it?
Mind you, I am not complaining. I wanted an office job and I have one. I am even in the running for a promotion. It’s just not something I really want to share with the world. When people ask me what I do for a living I brush them aside by saying, “Mindless corporate stuff.” It’s just too time-consuming and too boring to share my daily routine of logging in, checking my new referrals, and trying to explain why a teacher needs to see a psychiatrist after students spit in her drink. Post traumatic stress disorder, she claims. I say, Buck up and get the fuck over it, cry baby. Life sucks, get a helmet.
Now, there are the weekends. Friday nights find me at the hockey rink doing my best to stop pucks while trying to hide the fact that my lower back feels like it is made of silly putty. I do good looking the part with my Turco gold pads. I move the right ways. I just don’t always do it quick enough. Afterwards, we go out for a couple of drinks and dinner and then home. Saturdays can be a toss-up. Usually I head to the racetrack to watch some cars make left turns with my old buddy, Stefan. I do this while trying my best to get him to get his shit together and join my hockey team. Otherwise, I call around to see who is going where and what is happening. If nothing else, I’ll cook myself dinner and relax on the couch with the pup and a movie. This too is all too exciting to write about.
You see, I do not have much of a life. My friends are either married with kids or might as well be as they are dating women with kids. That means their weekends are either at home with the kids or out together. I’ve gone along on these things. It’s not fun. Their friends are couples and I end up being the only single one there. Then a cute girl comes up and I think this might be a good chance to meet someone just before her husband/boyfriend shows up too. So… anyone really want to hear about that?
I am not unhappy at all. I mean, yeah I get lonely and, although I love my dog, I would like to have someone to spend some time with. It’s not as simple as just going out and meeting someone. I want to meet someone who will blow my hair back and I don’t feel I should waste my time on someone who doesn’t. Trouble is, when they blow my hair back, I rarely blow theirs back at all. Funny how that works. But does anyone really want to hear about this? I shouldn’t even be writing it.
posted by A. J. @ 11:04 PM
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