The door to the trailer-home bedroom that I am currently staying in just came off its hinges. The screws that held them in had become unseated, pulling chunks of the wooden door frame with it. That dog, xxxxx, one that xxxxx had “rescued from the side of the road”, has taken to me, and cannot keep herself from pouncing on the bedroom door. It had already taken so much damage by the time that I arrived that it only took a few more pounces before becoming completely off its hinges in the most literal of senses.
I just took a shower, and am quite high.
I haven’t had a chance to focus on dumping my thoughts to any medium, let alone my computer, in several days. I have been allowing myself to be distracted; to take a vacation. After so much trying; after so much effort…it didn’t matter in the end.
Let me catch you up.
On July 24th, Grandma declared that I was to be kicked out so that Uncle Darrell may live there. Grandpa decided to bail out his son again, and demanded that Grandma kick me out. Grandpa and Grandma have been divorced since I was a little kid, if not before. Further, Grandpa and Grandma had not been 100% straight with me about their feelings until they couldn’t take it anymore and just let it all out at once.
Uncle Darrell showed up on the night of July 24th. Grandma cosigned on his bail bond which was about $1000.
On the morning of July 25th, Uncle Darrell woke me up to verbal abuse and hostile language designed to intimidate and bully me into leaving the premises. He was not happy with my decision to record him attacking a random person in June, and he, Grandma, and Grandpa are now all treating me like the bad guy.
June 17th, 2017: When the attack happened, I saw it coming about five seconds in advance. It took me a second or two to get the phone out and to begin recording, so perhaps I saw it coming maybe seven seconds ahead. In any event, sure enough, after I began recording, the attack happened, just as expected. What surprises me is that Uncle didn’t immediately coming for me and my phone, despite it being, to me, obvious that I was recording him.
Grandma, weeks later, in tears, told me that what I did was “anti-family”. However, I can, and will, argue against this:
However, Grandma and Grandpa cannot see this.
Unfortunately, my dad’s side of the family is unwilling to help any further. I came back to Florida as a last resort, and after having been kicked out of my grandmother’s home by a violent drunk, I am staying in a trailer home in southern Georgia. I am so far out in the sticks that I do not get any cellphone reception from Ting, my provider. My humble host also does not have Internet out here. Thankfully, I have a stash of anime, movies, cartoons, video games, and my hosts have DVDs that we have been watching. The no-internet thing, I am told, is only temporary. It has been several days.
On July 25th, I stayed with mom at a sober-living house on the island. I attended an NA meeting as a guest just to see what it was like. The people there were all nice. I listened to an old schizophrenic guy go on for a while about where he came from and some of the crazy sorts of things that he has been through. It is easy to see how some people come to find themselves where they are.
I left that place on the 26th and it has been 4 nights since I’ve arrived here at the trailer park in GA.
As far as I am concerned, this is as off-the-grid as I’ve ever been.
Realistically, when I do get Internet again, I need to make a stronger plan-of-action as far as daily-ops go.
Once you cruise thru those basics, you’re free to work on personal projects. This is fairly close to the routine that you’ve held. Having no Internet helps one prioritize what is and isn’t important the next time you get online.
Fun things to check next time you’re on:
I’m lucky to have the help that I do have. Otherwise, I’d currently be literally living-in-the-woods or sleeping in my car parked by the beach. At least here I have a bed, a microwave, a stove, a fridge, a shower, and some other people taking it easy and not trying too hard either. It is a nice vacation, to say the least, but that said, I want to contribute and get back to work on my own shit, which includes:
I am going to likely need to work on getting back to school. It is about time that I got my doctorate.