Guys seriously, that was 22 years ago, I've been in some pretty fucking rough and terrible spots in that time and I've never had the slightest urge or thought about it again. I feel really stupid that it ever seemed like a good idea. If anything, I'm kind of obsessed over life extension technologies, I do not ever want to die. I don't believe in any afterlife, and I like this one. Even if I was poor, hungry, cold, and alone, I imagine I could jerk off and go "Ohh yeah, totally still worth being alive." So really, no worries.
It's funny because just last night when we were sitting around drinking and talking, a good friend who is probably in her late 50's or 60's, mentioned that they find it funny that even as wacky as I am, and the crazy hijinks I get myself into, that I'm still probably one of the most well balanced people they know. If you asked people who know me professionally, I would wager money they would describe me as the super nice guy who does a great job and seems to always be happy. I'm seriously here at my house right now, playing board games with 3 friends (they are setting up the next one while I type in fact), and I'm already feeling better about this break up, because honestly, it's her loss.
You guys here my wacky stories and see crazy dude, but I promise, I really do have my shit pretty well together.
All that being said, I am still a pushover and get walked on, I agree with Khane that I frequently don't take care of number 1, because I'm more concerned about other peoples feelings and stuff. I'm sure I get that from my dad, who is probably at this very moment working on something for someone else for free with his time, because thats what he is always doing. I see it, I just have a hard time saying "no". I think part of it is me being so aware at how fast I move past things and don't let shit bother me anymore, and it just seems like it would be easier for me to be temp unhappy/annoyed than have to deal with conflict. It sucks, I know I need to work on that.
And Gravy, my kids are 4 and 6, Kindergarten and Preschool. They are going to a charter school, I volunteer time, and while I am usually wearing a hat, I have dropped them off and picked them up with my hair before. I don't believe they have gotten any flack from it, the kids seem to think its awesome. I'm not my father though, my kids are being told they are not to hit anyone unless they have to, but if they have to, punch them right in the face over and over. I'm trying to raise them to not be bullies obviously, but not to take shit from anyone. Hopefully this walked on trait ends with me.