Readers

I posted last night and it occurred to me that I might not have any readers left after my long absence(not that I really had that much of a readership before). Then it occurred to me that I could write a post asking for comments to let me know if you want to read about my thoughts about things. Sometimes I think that I've got an original outlook on life that should be shared with the general public. This appears to be one of those times. If you agree with me then post something. Doesn't even have to be more than a word. Just something to let me know that you appreciate reading my words. If anyone is wondering what I'm listening to, I'm in the process of downloading We, The Numbers by Maritime. I'm pretty excited about it to be honest.

Changes

I'm lying in an actual bed. It's the first time that I can say that in six months. The last time I was in an actual bed was August 15. I've lasted six months without a home. Granted, my survival is largely due to my friends' generous hospitality in allowing me to stay at their homes. Mostly just one set of friends. Having finally found a place to stay, I couldn't be happier. I just determined that I'm related to one of my roommates(very distantly related, mind you).
So I was going to ramble on about the 'homeless experiment'. But I won't. Nobody really wants to read about me angsting over values and ideals. So I won't put you through it. There's no point. What I will say is that- plans are never certain. Two weeks ago, I thought that everything was going alright. I had a steady job, some sort of quasi-girlfriend, a plan for the next five years, and Gordon was still prophet. Now, I'm not homeless anymore, I've got a job that doesn't pay me everyday and ends the middle of April, I'm quite single again, and my plan is increasingly less attractive. As much as you might think that you have things figured out, you don't. It's how we deal with that uncertainty that defines us. OR something like that, I suppose.