A True Post

I'm so sick of trying to find a journal app that will sync, save, share, and date everything. Yes, I know such apps exist, I just don't care to put in a password each time or have to learn another program. So I'm using this as my journal (warning readers, in this blog you are free to leave comments, I'm just not sure if I'll care enough to publish them, or even read them. Just thought you should know). 

Lately I have found myself disinterested with the world around me minus my son and wife. I honestly care more about what is going on in their lives than my own. I want to spend time with them, heck, if I was given the option, I wouldn't wok, I wouldn't go to school, I would just spend my days with them. 

Now it's likely that you're one of two types of people. Those that love the idea and those that hate it. To some it is a dream come true, to others, a nightmare. For a long time, I was in the second camp. Howeverr, I currently find myself aligned with the first group. I think the fact that my son is one year old now has something to do with it.

The other part is my house is always a mess. No, I'm not talking about a few dishes in the sink type of mess, I'm talking about a minefield of toys, clothes, and likely cheerios strewn from my bedroom door to the front door. Honestly, I'd be happy to make it out of this place alive.

Now the question is "why do you want to be in such a messy house?" The answer to the question literally is because it is messy. I wish I had 3 days off where I could just clean. I wish that I could do that, but alas it will never happen. Not only have I been a slob most of my life, but so has my wife (sorry sweetie, throwing you under the bus with me) and my son is a hurricane of his own caliber now that he is walking.

I want this to change, but the only way I see it changing is by investing a lot of time into it. That or inventing a time machine. If any one has an extra, please send it my way. Heck, I'd settle for a time tuner even if I do have to greet the dark lord himeself.

So that is how I'm feeling today. No, it's not great, but it's true. After reading Mark Ecko's book "Unlabel" I have to put out the most true part of myself. So here is the purge, I hope you enjoy.

Oh, and by the way, my favorite quote from that book was "Art isn't something you throw on a canvas. Art is what you do with eh oxygen you breath and the experiences you create." (I'm pretty sure I paraphrased it). Just so you know, if you have sensitive ears, don't read/listen to the book. It really doesn't care how delicate your language is.

Well, let's hope I can keep up something authentic. 

Manere Acuta.