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How to start? Well most of you probably don't know me so this will be extremely boring for you and I wouldn't bother reading it, the rest of you that do know me will probably not be interested, but there might be one or two that are bored enough to go through this (I'll try to keep it short). Keep in mind I'm not exactly proud of what I did, some of it is kind of embarrasing, but it's what happened.
When I dissapeared you'll remember that I was engaged and the wedding date was coming up, what you didn't hear about was that I was getting completely miserable. I drank everyday, hardly hit the gym at all, sex was every two months and I was constantly dreading coming home just incase the bitch was there. As a result I found myself being constantly on the internet, my other world where I could escape.
On another site (a site for the goth metal band, 'Type O Negative') I was very involved. There was a bunch of people that had the same attitude as I did and I poured out all my problems there. I ended up stopping posting here and spent all my time over there. During this period where I stopped posting here I actually tried really hard to salvage my relationship but it wasn't working. Finally on our three year anniversary I called it off.
I shared all of this on the other site and actually made a connection with this chick from the States who opened up to me. We even exchanged phone numbers and talked for hours. I found my life was completely involved with the internet, I called in for work to stay on it, I spent entire weekends on it, I brushed off friends to be on it. I was completely engrossed with this world I had made online, and I was starting to take it way too seriously. I even had plans to go and see this chick. Then it came out that she was doing this to other guys and even had online videos (which other guys posted) and she wasn't even close to the goth beauty that she said she was to me....she even sent me pictures of other 'good looking' girls instead of what she actually was, which more closely resembled a beached whale.
After this all came out I actually laughed my ass off. Then I went out of the computer room and looked around my home. I couldn't fucking believe it. There was garbage and empty booze bottles everywhere, when was the last time I cleaned up? Then I looked in the mirror, my chest was starting to sag, there was rolls happening at my stomach, when was the last time I worked out? It hit me at that point that I made an internet world to escape from reality, it was my new world and if I kept it up I'd turn into the 'beached whale' who never left the house. I couldn't let myself turn into that. So I made a phone call the next day and had the internet cut off immediately.
After that I started building myself back together. I moved in with a couple of friends and hit the gym hard again. I stayed at the lumber mill for a bit then tried out for police....which really sucked as you have to admit to everything as you're on a lie detector (and those of you that remember my college days, there was quite a bit to admit to).
I was given a two year deferral to see if I could stay on the right track. That was about two years ago, since then I got my own apartment, started bouncing again (part time) and got into oilfield firefighting and have seen and done some amazing things. I still have my heart set on being in the police force and I'm getting ready to try again, but life has been good.
Here's some pics of me and some of my job. Hope it was short/informative enough
When I dissapeared you'll remember that I was engaged and the wedding date was coming up, what you didn't hear about was that I was getting completely miserable. I drank everyday, hardly hit the gym at all, sex was every two months and I was constantly dreading coming home just incase the bitch was there. As a result I found myself being constantly on the internet, my other world where I could escape.
On another site (a site for the goth metal band, 'Type O Negative') I was very involved. There was a bunch of people that had the same attitude as I did and I poured out all my problems there. I ended up stopping posting here and spent all my time over there. During this period where I stopped posting here I actually tried really hard to salvage my relationship but it wasn't working. Finally on our three year anniversary I called it off.
I shared all of this on the other site and actually made a connection with this chick from the States who opened up to me. We even exchanged phone numbers and talked for hours. I found my life was completely involved with the internet, I called in for work to stay on it, I spent entire weekends on it, I brushed off friends to be on it. I was completely engrossed with this world I had made online, and I was starting to take it way too seriously. I even had plans to go and see this chick. Then it came out that she was doing this to other guys and even had online videos (which other guys posted) and she wasn't even close to the goth beauty that she said she was to me....she even sent me pictures of other 'good looking' girls instead of what she actually was, which more closely resembled a beached whale.
After this all came out I actually laughed my ass off. Then I went out of the computer room and looked around my home. I couldn't fucking believe it. There was garbage and empty booze bottles everywhere, when was the last time I cleaned up? Then I looked in the mirror, my chest was starting to sag, there was rolls happening at my stomach, when was the last time I worked out? It hit me at that point that I made an internet world to escape from reality, it was my new world and if I kept it up I'd turn into the 'beached whale' who never left the house. I couldn't let myself turn into that. So I made a phone call the next day and had the internet cut off immediately.
After that I started building myself back together. I moved in with a couple of friends and hit the gym hard again. I stayed at the lumber mill for a bit then tried out for police....which really sucked as you have to admit to everything as you're on a lie detector (and those of you that remember my college days, there was quite a bit to admit to).
I was given a two year deferral to see if I could stay on the right track. That was about two years ago, since then I got my own apartment, started bouncing again (part time) and got into oilfield firefighting and have seen and done some amazing things. I still have my heart set on being in the police force and I'm getting ready to try again, but life has been good.
Here's some pics of me and some of my job. Hope it was short/informative enough
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Where did your mother and I go wrong? Tequila or whiskey, the GOOD stuff, not that rot gut you serve to the pesents.
