Irish Pyrate

Easton, I Love You. Boston, I Love You Not.

It’s been a depressingly long time since I’ve written anything truly worth reading, though I can tell you, it’s not for lack of trying. I’ve tried to sit down and write rants, updates, and even fictional stories, none of which I could finish. Either that, or the entry gets eaten by Internet Explorer (and I’ll be damned if I let that happen again). This update, I fear, isn’t going to be about backpacks or Rock Band, Obama, or the Michael Jackson Funeral Bonanza that was on TV Tuesday. It’s about what’s going on in my life, and I hope that anyone reading this will learn something from it.

For a long time now, I’ve realized that my current residence has been drastically unsatisfying. When I originally moved to Boston, I was promised adventures out to meet new people, and events, and all sorts of fun things. Things that normally, I would never do all by myself (the prospect literally makes me lightheaded) and, after living here for two and a half years, I’ve decided that I’ve reached the end of my ‘Tour de Boston’. I’ve made friends and lost them, I’ve been betrayed and used and insulted behind my back. It’s everything I thought I was moving away from…but instead it seems it followed me. Not only that, but I feel as though I have lost, perhaps forever, the one person (family excluded) that was the closest that anyone could have been to me. It is because of this that I think returning to my home is necessary.

I was born and raised in the same city. I’ve never lived anywhere else until I moved here when I was 22 years old. I felt like I was moving to another planet, and I’ll be damned if I know how I managed to get where I am. My apartment (albeit a shitty one) is all mine, I have cats, and an amazing (sometimes) job. But I feel as though I have lost all my strength. Never have I felt this low, this sad. I don’t have the energy to clean, or play, or do anything. I realize how pathetic it sounds. And truly, it really is quite disgusting. Obviously, that’s why I’m working to change that.

The real questions now that I face now is “Was it all worth it?” The answer? Hell yes. Despite the bad experiences and heartbreaks, I’ve learned a hell of a lot about love, friendships, trust, honesty, culture, and the business world. Coming back home, my resume is going to kick corporate ass, and there isn’t a single doubt in my mind that I’ve grown substantially. Of course I regret leaving my best friends behind; but they, like all true friends, are literally hopping up and down anxiously awaiting my return. Right now that, and the support of my family is about all I have to keep me going. They’re the ones that are giving me the will to get up in the morning and get on the filthy disease ridden bus and come to work.

I think I read somewhere that you have to make yourself happy before anyone else can, and that is absolutely true. Despite it all, I still think I did the right thing by coming to Boston. I learned a lot about myself, and the people around me, and who my true friends were. Regretably, there is one specific person that I’m going to miss, but she can bet her ass that as soon as I get a new car, I’ll be taking a trip to New Hampshire.

I’m really excited beyond belief to be coming home. I’ve had my heart broken by someone who I thought was my best friend, and someone who I thought was the love of my life (and in my eyes, still may have been). I so desperately need to recharge, and when you’ve lived and prospered in one place for your whole life, you kind of feel like it’s the one place in the world that you feel most at home at.

Switching topics, the biggest regret that I have about my time here in Boston is Isaac. I know now that deep in my heart, I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving him. I made him choose, and it wasn’t right. The pain I felt in my heart was so acute, that I thought I couldn’t be with him as long as we were so far apart. But then I realized that being without him hurt even more. Jesus Christ did I fuck up. I admit herewith in front of the entire internets that I was a fucking moron when it came to that situation…but now I’m starting to think that it might have been for the best.

From then up until recently, we’ve been talking here and there. Idle chatter, and then recently, a few serious discussions. I told him how I felt, admitted I was wrong, blah blah blah. And then something strange happened. I’ve always told anyone that I’ve truly loved that all I want is for them to be happy. To me, that’s what love really is. You want (more than anything) to see the person that you love to be as blissfully happy as possible. Think about it. If everyone followed that rule, then true love would be unfathomably unstoppable. But apparently, people don’t believe me when I tell them that. They assume that strings are attached, or I only want that if it means I’m with them or I’m gaining something from it.

I think knowing that fact has hurt me more than any insult or fat joke anyone has ever thrown at me. To know me for so long, and think that the only thing I wanted was something for myself, or that I was lying crushes me. I truthfully don’t know what to think or feel about the situation anymore. I can’t help how my heart feels, and I can’t help but wonder if the words and actions (or…should I say lack of actions) were done unintentionally. I brought up the possibility of just leaving him alone and disappearing. Since we’re hundreds of miles away, it wouldn’t be hard. From what it seemed, he didn’t like that prospect, but then…I haven’t spoken to him for four days and it seems like I’m the only one that’s bothered by it. Sometimes I wish people would just tell me the truth and spare the possibility of ‘hurting my feelings’…even though lying hurts even more. To me, stretching it out just ends up stressing both people out, and ends up hurting both even more. I guess I’ll never understand why people can’t just tell me the truth.

I know there’s only like, two people that read this blog with any sort of regularity, so I’m not really concerned with what I’ve said. If you’re insulted, maybe you deserve to be. But it wasn’t my intention. If you want to talk, fucking do it. I’m tired of waiting on pins and needles.

Now…back to Sally’s Salon. I’ve lost three customers and god dammit I’m pissed.

It’s New!

So it’s been a while since I’ve updated this.  It’s partially been due to lack of inspiration, and partly due to lack of time.  Oddly enough, I seem to have found both of these things at work.

Lately things have been so busy for me, I ‘m starting to forget what I’ve got planned on what night.  It’s refreshing to say the least, but I can certainly understand the need for a day planner when you’ve got a real honest to god genuine social life. 

I have to say though I’m surprised at how much I’m truly enjoying the change.  I’m not playing Dungeons and Dragons a bagillion times a week, I’m actually getting out of the house, and I’m actually meeting new people and hearing their views on things and learning about new hobbies and interests!  It’s definitely one of the most fun things I’ve ever done.  In the last month I’ve met five new people, and through them I’ve met some of their friends, who all seem very awesome.

Of course, most of these people are still interested in the same things that I am.  Music, movies, video games, role playing etc.  But their branching interests vary in a big bad way.  Just last week I met someone that knew what LARPing was, actually did it once, and played D&D on a semi-regular basis.  But at the same time he was a sports fan and loved to party.

This is the kind of dynamic that I’ve been looking for.  Not to say that I want to start getting into sports or anything, but I do want to start getting into new things, and people with more than just one fucking interest can really get you going in the right direction.

I’m very excited to see where the next few months takes me, and what kind of new people I meet.

Ghetto

I call them: Gangsta Packs

Honestly, I don’t even know where to begin with these.  They seem like harmless backpacks, right?  They come in a variety of colors and designs, and make it easier for people to control their iPods or other MP3 players without having to dig into their bags for the actual device.  Sounds great, right?  Not when you realize that they have built in speakers, too.  Oh yes, my friends.  The boom box of the future is finally here.  Well, they’ve been around for a while, but I’m now starting to notice more and more people with them.

I’m not a racist, and I think by now the people that know me, know this to be true.  But if there is one thing that I cannot abide, it is ignorant, rude, ‘ghetto’ kids that walk around, shoving people out of their way with these backpacks blaring out their ‘ghetto anthem’.

This is not an exaggeration.  I was on my way home from work on Monday, Flogging Molly thumping pleasantly in my ears when all of a sudden the ear buds get knocked out, and this fifteen year old boy shoves past me with his backpack on.  He was with two of his friends, and didn’t even say so much as “Excuse me.”

I know what you must be thinking.  ”Kait…you live in Boston, and you’re surprised by this behavior?”  No, I’m not.  I just genuinely don’t understand why people want to act like this.  It isn’t flattering, it isn’t beneficial, and it’s certainly not respectful.

I wanted to turn this into a full-fledged ‘rant’ (if you will), but honestly I think I lack the drive.  This stereotype is a plight on society.  I could sit here backing up my claim, but the amount of evidence that is out there is simply staggering.

Change

It’s come to my attention that there are certain topics, subjects, and opinions that I have expressed in my blog that have offended people.  This of course has been done unintentionally, but nevertheless it has happened and therefore I feel as though I must correct it.

I do not feel that what I am about to do will be a drastic change, but one that was inevitable from the very beginning of this blog.

Originally, I decided to write about pertinent topics and give my opinon.  Somehow it began to take a semi-personal turn and I began updating things from my personal life and expressing my own emotions which, according to others, I should stop sharing with everyone that reads this (I’m pretty sure there are only two of you).

So, in an effort to satiate the roaring anger that some readers feel from reading this blog, I will be removing all ‘personal’ entries.  This blog will be for my opinions on world events and things of that nature.  No news of my personal ife or other events will adorn these pages in the future.

Again, I apologize to the people that I have offended, and for having the nerve to discuss my personal life in such a public way.  Hopefully taking this course of action will be an acceptable solution, or some form of repentance for my actions.

It’s ShoZu!!

Just added ShoZu to my iPhone and now I can add pictures to my blooooooog. Wewt.