Finally a good day

Aimee and I took a trip down to the community pool today. I was reluctant to go when she first suggested it; my head beginning to fills with imagine of shrieking unsupervised children and swimming in other people’s urine. Not to mention My bathing suit was but just a shade too large for me and if I swim or hoist myself out of the pool just a little too fast it falls right off.
We went anyway, and it turned out to be a lot of fun. I was excited the moment I got there for whatever reason. It was only three dollars each and you can stay as long as you want. The pool was big and clean and there is a smaller pool next to it that only gets 3 feet deep so the really younger kids don’t get in the way. I think I liked the pool so much because I secretly wish I had been born in the fifties. A boy and his summer will always have a magic feeling, but I wonder if everyone who was 12 in 1965 knows that they were living in they heyday of magical summers… How is it that I feel nostalgic for a time I never lived in? who knows. Either way, spending a blistering Saturday afternoon at the community pool is something I most likely would have done if I had been born in 53 like I wanted. The only thing it was missing was a snack bar.
On a side note, I want to mention the kiddy pool. I can’t imagine a more delightful place to spend the day. Why is it that they make a bath water warm pool with a giant mushroom cascading water over it’s sides with a slide, and then decide that its for children? Honestly. I really wanted to go hang around over there, but people tend to frown upon a strange man swimming in a glorified urine puddle with infants. They should make an adult version. The mushroom would have a waterfall and a bar. Wouldn’t that be spectacular?
So we got some sun, a little exercise, laughed at some fat people, it was a nice way to spend the afternoon, I’d recommend it to anyone.

Another Crossroads…

Most times, if you asked me, I would insist that the only thing ever wrong with me, if you would call it a problem, is that I’ve been stricken by a terminal case of wanderlust. Most times I would tell you that I am most certainly not irresponsible; I just belong to a dying and tragically misunderstood breed. Drifters, wanderers and vagabonds are not lazy or undisciplined, the problem is simply that the world lost it’s eye for magic and there is no call for adventure anymore. You people don’t appreciate us.
The sad truth is that, yes, I never grew up, and maybe some parts of that are good. I would hate it if I lost my sense of magic. But I simply do not fit in with the rest of the planet. I have never learned to cope with the dismal realities of adult life on this sad little planet, and all the wiser I may be for it, but either way I am a married twenty-three year old boy with no job, no job prospects, no money, no credit, and all the debt you can shake a stick at.
Finding myself at a crossroads used to fill me with a sense of adventure, and a zest for life. The giddiness of being completely shit broke with everything in the world ahead of me used to make me feel free.
I am older now and I keep finding myself at these crossroads, only now I’ve burned every bridge imaginable and I’ve just got no paths left to follow. I’ve gone halfway down every one.
Right now, I am unemployed and really have no where in particular to go. No one is hiring around here and honestly the thought of getting yet another minimum wage register job makes me feel like someone filled my body with cement. I am so tired of doing nothing and making nothing and having a job that isn’t remotely important in any way to anyone anywhere ever.
Aimee and I were talking about the Airforce. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind being in the Airforce. Its the ITT Tech of the armed forces. Hopefully I wouldn’t get shipped to Iraq. most of the work being done over there is ground troop/grunt stuff anyway. I have attempted to join the military (Army) before, and was held out because I am missing a kidney. It doesn’t affect anything that I do; in fact about 40% of people have a kidney that isn’t working and never know it. (Yes, a doctor told me that) The only difference between myself and them is that my bum kidney has actually been documented.
On Monday, I’m going to drive to the nearest recruitment center and hope that the restrictions are different for the Airforce. I am trying not to get my hopes up, since it seems to me that there is ALWAYS some reason that I don’t qualify for any job that I want, or any school I’d like to go to, or any kind of financial aid, or really anything at all that would make my life a little less of an empty hole.

Wish me luck!