Sometimes I write here because I'm curious what my last post will be, last words, something like that. I'd rather they be planned than just whatever comes out. I was reading about Admiral Nelson today, who had perhaps the most interesting exit that I've heard of;
He was shot through the spine in the middle of a battle during the Napoleonic wars. He told everyone around him, "I'm dying, there's nothing for it." From there his friends and fellow sailors sat with him and watched him fade away. Yet, his last words, "Kiss me, Hardy" don't seem planned. He was 47.
With that morbid thought passed, what have I been up to? It's been almost a year and a half since I did a proper update, so this will be primarily a recap. Memory is telling stories, and how we tell the story changes with time. That means this may be the only time I tell the story exactly this way:
Spring 2019:
My most manic semester thus far (as of Spring 2020.) Fifteen credit hours and my first weekend seminar, the subject; "Suicide prevention and diagnosis." A month later (roughly), my long term friend/complicated lady in my life made a threat towards suicide that I found credible. I called 911, as I had been told to if I ever heard a credible threat towards self harm. She yelled at me, ran out the front door and drove out of my life. That was a trauma which pushed me into going back to the NSU therapist, Destiny. At the time I was still seeing Mr. Faggin at Fam & Children's services. Towards the end of the semester I asked my Experimental Psych professor Dr. Phillips for a recommendation for someone for me to be research assistant to. I started meeting with Dr. Byers in late April and working on his historical trauma project regarding the Tulsa Race Massacre.
Originally the ex best friend, the fiance and I were going to go on a great big road trip, tentatively titled "the great mossey." Obviously that imploded, but ironically before the exodus of the friend. The reason for such implosion was a lack of financial resources on the part of the other two parties.
Oh yes, and there was a new (to me) car I bought in February. I had been saving since the prior Fall semester because I knew I couldn't afford another year of driving the old truck to school, and I didn't want to sell it. So I bought a nice Nissan Sentra in white with beige trim. The complication came when I tried to get a tag, because the dealer had bought it from an out of state person, and it took multiple months to get the title. That was one adventure, another was when the first gear started slipping, so I had to put a reconditioned transmission into it. All of that to say; cross country trip not feasible.
To Be Continued.... Playing DnD at the moment and losing my focus. I'd rather post this now as it is and continue in part two than try and make one super-post.
He was shot through the spine in the middle of a battle during the Napoleonic wars. He told everyone around him, "I'm dying, there's nothing for it." From there his friends and fellow sailors sat with him and watched him fade away. Yet, his last words, "Kiss me, Hardy" don't seem planned. He was 47.
With that morbid thought passed, what have I been up to? It's been almost a year and a half since I did a proper update, so this will be primarily a recap. Memory is telling stories, and how we tell the story changes with time. That means this may be the only time I tell the story exactly this way:
Spring 2019:
My most manic semester thus far (as of Spring 2020.) Fifteen credit hours and my first weekend seminar, the subject; "Suicide prevention and diagnosis." A month later (roughly), my long term friend/complicated lady in my life made a threat towards suicide that I found credible. I called 911, as I had been told to if I ever heard a credible threat towards self harm. She yelled at me, ran out the front door and drove out of my life. That was a trauma which pushed me into going back to the NSU therapist, Destiny. At the time I was still seeing Mr. Faggin at Fam & Children's services. Towards the end of the semester I asked my Experimental Psych professor Dr. Phillips for a recommendation for someone for me to be research assistant to. I started meeting with Dr. Byers in late April and working on his historical trauma project regarding the Tulsa Race Massacre.
Originally the ex best friend, the fiance and I were going to go on a great big road trip, tentatively titled "the great mossey." Obviously that imploded, but ironically before the exodus of the friend. The reason for such implosion was a lack of financial resources on the part of the other two parties.
Oh yes, and there was a new (to me) car I bought in February. I had been saving since the prior Fall semester because I knew I couldn't afford another year of driving the old truck to school, and I didn't want to sell it. So I bought a nice Nissan Sentra in white with beige trim. The complication came when I tried to get a tag, because the dealer had bought it from an out of state person, and it took multiple months to get the title. That was one adventure, another was when the first gear started slipping, so I had to put a reconditioned transmission into it. All of that to say; cross country trip not feasible.
To Be Continued.... Playing DnD at the moment and losing my focus. I'd rather post this now as it is and continue in part two than try and make one super-post.
