I’m back.
This has been the summer from hell. Rant is going through all kinds of personal
shit that really sucks. What can you do? Life just has a way of just fucking
coming at you. You can either retreat or keep marching through the storm. I
choose to keep marching through the storm. I’ve been through much worse and I’m
still standing.
Someone out
there reading this has experienced what I am going through. I won’t get into it
much right now except to say: perimenopause and the psychological impairment
that can accompany it. I’ve been dealing with it for years and have finally put
my finger it. Sometimes just defining something can help in dealing with it.
Let me just say that it’s bad. If
nothing else, we all know that Rant is a survivor. I have walked though some
shit that would break most men. It almost drove me insane but I came out the
other side stronger than ever. I am no longer enslaved by my past or
definitions that people have been foisting on me for decades. I’m fine. I’m OK.
I’m glad I’m alive.
Now I’m
dealing with some else who is going through a physical transformation that
seems to be bringing out their pain. Sadly, instead of dealing with it I am the
brunt of their rage. I can handle it. I made a commitment to handle it and I take
that shit seriously. I don’t know what will happen but I’m getting the feeling
that none of this will end well for anyone involved. Sometimes that’s just life
and one just needs to carrying on in spite of it all. In the end I need to know
that I did the right thing, that I did all I could do to make things right.
Somewhere beyond all this ugliness, selfishness and mental confusion is a new
opportunity, a new phase of life that will be different, maybe even better.
As you have
noticed I not been writing lately other than insipid Facebook posts. Even
though it’s trite, I seem to find comfort in posting and reading memes. I like
to see old friends posting pictures of their kids and even grandkids nowadays.
I know they have their own pain and many of them are out on the proverbial
ledge. They aren’t “happy”, per se but they say fuck it, I’m pretending to be
happy or maybe in spite of the pain they can get happiness out of a smiling
photo of their kid or some corny joke. We
are all just trying to survive in our own way. We are all trying to make some
sense of what we are doing here on earth. What is my purpose?
I have many purposes
in this phase of my existence but my main purpose is simply to exist. Right now
my purpose is to keeping crawling through a tidal wave of shit being forced
upon me. Some of it is certainly my own making but not all of it, not even most
of it. But here’s the thing. In the end no one gives a fuck. Oh they may try to
sympathize or empathize but in the end you need to walk through your own shit
alone. No one can do it for you and no one really has any solutions to your dilemma.
They can share their experiences and that certainly helps but they can’t carry
you. And ultimately you don’t want them to
carry you.
So having
said all that bullshit, I’m back. If nothing else I need to write. It’s
cathartic in its own way. I know I am no great writer and my punctuation sucks
but it feels good to get shit out on paper. My life will most likely get turned
upside down over the next 6 months to a year. Dealing with some one unstable
that refuses to believe they are unstable is trying, to say the least.
I still want
to write about fitness stuff and the importance of it during trying times. With all this chaos I still carve out time
most days to train. I’m mostly just doing dips, pull ups, presses, swings and
stuff like that. My weight is lower now but primarily because I don’t eat much
during the day. Its stress not any great dietary change on my part. This would be a great time for me to really
take hold of my health.
Dude, every day I log on praying to see a post from you know that you're ok. I'm sure this will get turned into a joke but I do enjoy the institute. I prefer to go back to the times you wrote about fruit diets and got pissy with everyone.
ReplyDeleteSometiems life is tough and we have to deal with bullshit. Not everyone can be happy all the time that's why I get sick of people that tellyou that "it can be worse" or "look at the silver lining". Fuck those people. Throat punch hippy dumbfucks.
Meh.....
ReplyDeleteGoing through the same nightmare with my wife, Rant. You have my deepest sympathy. We're separated at her instigation after 25 years together. She's almost unrecognisable as the woman I once knew. Likewise, won't acknowledge she's got a problem. Treats me like a cross between a leper and wife-beater and our eleven year old is suffering the brunt of it. Stay strong bro, there's lots of us out there.
ReplyDeleteThanks. I would have never thought this could turn a woman so crazy. It sucks.
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ReplyDeleteps i got molested as a kid lol naw
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ReplyDeleteMe and Rant are the only people who post here.
ReplyDeleteThat must really depress Rant. It really depresses me.
ps. Told you he'd be back.....
Sorry to hear about your plight Rant. Hopefully you'll be okay, keep strong.
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you back. Thanks for writing
ReplyDelete"Now I’m dealing with some else who is going through a physical transformation that seems to be bringing out their pain."
ReplyDeleteBruce Jenner?
You shouldn't have married a "Greek Cypriot". Those middle-easterners are crazy, especially when you throw in a large dose of Islam. I should know!
ReplyDeleteHope your kids are still attending mosque. That should help them deal with whatever stuff your wife's going through.
The two things that characterize middle eastern women?
DeleteFacial hair and insanity!
I'm a transgender Republican and my party has let me down.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back Rant. My sympathies are with you.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back Rant, hang in there buddy,great to see you writing again,yoh write good stuff!
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