Not Professional Help…
So. It’s Halloween and I decided that today was the day that I would start to actually write some shit. I don’t know what I’m about to say. I think that I am not alone in this feeling. Who among us has not thought to himself (or herself) that, you know what?I have a lot to say? Don’t we all think that other people want to hear what we have to lay on you? Odd that I’ve been sitting here for literally three months plotting my incredible success at this and this is the first time ( roughly 97 days later) that I’ve decided to do anything about it. I had an identity. I was a BANKER. At probably the most respected firm in the business (not Goldman). For 15 years. 15! Spoiler alert: that’s like a third of my whole entire life. And then POOF, it’s gone. I don’t want to paraphrase Kaiser Soze because that’s problematic these days but you get what I mean. Your occupation can become your life and I don’t know if that’s healthy or not… actually it probably isn’t. So here’s the deal. And not the whole deal because I have so much shit to lay on you that it would more or less turn into a gross fetish-y porn site. Nope. I’m gonna start in one place and try to go forward. I really hope it’s not like getting Dysentery on the Oregon Trail but I’m probably wrong. I am in my 40’s. As previously stated I got no job. Two weeks to the day after leaving said respectable firm, the girl I thought I could make a life with decided that she would rather be with someone else. So hey: Everything’s coming up Millhouse! So now I want to write about what the hell I’m doing now. Sneak preview: it involves beer for better or worse, meeting randos at the bar and a surprising amount of self confidence that I didn’t know I had. I will try to pepper in some smart shit from books I’ve been reading by the likes of Jordan B. Peterson, Mark Madson, David Goggins and such and hope they don’t sue me. Cheers!