Banal Hemorrhage

30 comics in under one month. That was the goal I set for myself once I found a creative outlet to my thoughts. I end this run with a plug for mental health. I suffer from anxiety, depression and other issues off and on. It's just the way it is and I am happy with who I am. However, being happy with who you are doesn't need to lead to stagnation. Therapy and other solutions are there for you to explore avenues for change and well-being. In this past year I have learned a lot of things I don't want to pursue and a few things I want to pursue. Through therapy I was able to admit to myself what these things are. I will continue working on this blog, but not at the breakneck speed I have so far. It was a delightful obsession, but now it has to become a sustainable one.  Thanks to all who have been with me in these first 30!

I am sure that the forced conventions of organizations can be awkward for all of us. I mean, we don’t do this at the bar. Like ask people to shout out their name, position and what kind of bodily fluid they would be. It only happens in our workplace, shielded by our uncomfortable clothes and the flawed notion that there’s a reason for every meeting that we have.

But seriously, I'm really good at 1990's 2d fps maps so there's that.

Today we are car shopping. Me good asset to bring.

I may have concentration problems. I am so glad I escaped the Ritalin wave, because how would my imagination cloud look like? Probably all sharp and edgy. Nothing wrong with psychotropics, it's just that uppers in my childhood is very likely not what I needed!

For some of the younger folk, the yellow device was used to call people while you were anchored to a spot. It was used heavily up to about the year 2000. Before people start blaming this quirk on technology, I was always allergic to the phone. The amount of attention you must have to hold a phone communication successfully is about 10 seconds more than I have. Personally, text and social media have been my social savior. So I ain't hating. Yet.

Mom and I take a yearly trip to somewhere of her choosing. It started as a way to connect but it has been eroding into a hedonistic ritual of whatever the opposite of detox is.

Some of these memories are just waiting to be turned into nervous ticks.I feel like that shady guy still hasn't let go of some of my greatest hits. Like puking in a school play. Countless first dates. The time I thought I wanted to be a mouseketeer. 

Who would have thought my penchant for floor socks, chair clothes and overall chaos would have ever worked against me? It is the hardest hurdle yet and mostly because I suck. I wondered if I could duck under it, but I think I'm gonna need the big pole for this one.

Today, I am thankful for my wife. She lets me buy childish video game systems, at least I hope she does when she finds out. Also thankful she has either not noticed or has forgiven me for screwing up the dishwasher. Update: I received the PSVR... it is an incredible tool for immersion. Even Roxanne seemed to like it!

For some reason, I decided to introduce my mom to Parkour during our visit to Oklahoma City. It went as expected, as I have the gracefulness of a falling sack of bricks.

Why are we like this? I have such a good system for preparing for a trip, why can't I hold it past the first leg?

This happened. I don't know why but it needed to happen.

My first picture of Roxanne. I still can't believe we are still married.