Wow, this was not a good week. Some good things happened this week, but some really bad things also happened. I actually would like to write about the really bad thing, but I’m still trying to get my head around it. A close family member of mine had an extreme crisis, and I was right there in the middle of it. I’m not really sure how well I’m dealing with it. I mean last night, I went and made one of the stupidest decisions I’ve made in some time, and while no one got hurt or anything and in the end it’s just gonna cost me some repair money, I’m still bugging out about it. I like to be on top of things.
It’s a strange thing, though: decisions. How is it that when you’re in the middle of a very, very serious family emergency you can make all the right decisions and basically save the day, yet when you’re faced with a very ordinary crisis you can make a stupid decision that turns a small problem into a much larger problem? I don’t know. Sometimes I really feel gypped about life not coming with an instruction manual, is all I can say.
In either case, I’m expecting things to settle down soon enough. I’ll be done working on the house for now, and I’ll have a new roommate soon enough. There are whole aspects of my life that I’ve completely neglected this summer: cooking, dating, exercising, socializing. You name it.
In the meantime, I offer you this piece of advice: do not ever break into your own house unless you absolutely have to. Wait, let me repeat it: do not ever break into your own house unless you absolutely have to.
‘Cause you know what’s gonna happen? The cops are gonna show up. And there will be a mess. A sharp dangerous mess. A well-intentioned friend might convince you that breaking a pane of glass is cheaper than a locksmith, and that may even be true, but in your exhausted, burnt out from a week of intense drama, state, you must resist such well intentioned advice. Just pay the god damned locksmith.