03/11/2020
Getting somewhere takes its time, something I often forget in my "madness".
I often give up too soon because I think no one is really interested or my ideas aren't as amazeballs as I thought.
Not this one, though. Pretty sure this is my calling. I tried to do it a different way a few years ago, I tried to get into an industry that would allow me to earn the capital I thought I'd need to start and maintain this.
I loved it. The people were just as weird and accepting as me, I felt at home for the first time in my life. I even managed some moderate success which is VERY surprising considering the amount of people trying to get into this industry and the fact that...well...I'm ME.
But it was wonderful for a time, my dreams were so big they were impossible but I was doing it anyways.
But like all things I endeavor, I was alone in it for too long and my silly mind spoiled it. A few external contributing factors were there, but I'm responsible for me.
I gave up on everything. My heart was broken into irreparable powder. I thought to myself "that's it. You've nothing left but to expire.."
And I dwelled in it for a long time. I got real bad, gained all kinds of weight, lost all of my muscle tone, my teeth rotted, my hair and beard grew wild and ignored. It was rough.
During this time of insane escapism a very dear old friend took his life in a most horrifying way. I was so f*cked up on my own s**t that I didn't even know he was suffering. And that broke me even more.
I started the long process of relocating my head from my ass back to my shoulders, got hella sick from withdrawal and now have an even better appreciation for what you poor bastards go through, picked my ass up, hit the weights and the therapist to bring my mind and body back into shape. I was ready to dive back in to the s**t...
Then Covid came along and changed the world forever.
I lost it a bit again at that point. I had JUST decided to stop self isolating after like a year and a half and BOOM. EVERYONE has to!
I couldn't find work, I had burned almost every bridge I'd had built over the years. I was alone and freaking. I got real scared one night and thoughts went to a very dark place. While I stewed in that I remembered about my friend, things started coming back, and my horror at it all grew.
I remembered my calling. I knew I had failed him, and that will haunt me until the day I die and find out what happens after.
I can't let that happen again. I can't. Not won't. Not "it shouldn't". Not "what could you have done?" No more of that.
There's no name or word I feel captures the gravity of this undertaking. If there is I haven't found it, and I am clever with words.
Anyways, this is a long ass post and I haven't even said what I had intended to say yet!
This is never going to go away. It's name may change, people involved may change, locations may change or expand but...as long as I live, breath, think and talk, I will be here for ANYONE who needs to talk or whatever.
I know I can come across as a flake with ADHD that starts a million projects and never finished any but this is not one of those. I'm putting all of me into this, like I did with the acting, because apparently when I actually TRY nothing can stop me.
I'm s**t at getting people involved with something I've started as I usually START believing it will fail. I'm very good at motivating people once they're a part of something but I'm not a salesman anymore. 20 years of lying to people's faces to get their money for s**t you know they don't need has squicked me of "the pitch". There's stuff I know I'm no good for and it frustrates me a bit that I can't seem to inspire anyone to join me, but it changes only how I have to do things.
I'll keep sending out the request for volunteers, but I'm pretty sure it's the same 60+ people seeing it every time so I may share this.
It's getting colder everyday. There are people suffering needlessly. I am an extremely loud and obnoxious person that can maybe draw some attention. And maybe, just maybe, I can help someone find their way out of the darkness I was lost in for so long.
Also. I'm gonna get back into that acting s**t because it would nice to feel at "home" again.
Crazy rant is crazy, but the page IS Mental Mac Media, not Normal Ned News.