Posts Tagged ‘moving

16
Aug
25

There Is Only So Much Torture One Man Can Take

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Where to begin?  After all…my last post said this was or may be the end…of me.

I fear the end is near.  And, the past few days have been utter torture.  Every day a new batch of caustic solution is cast upon my emotional and financial wounds…if not also my mental and physical health.

Let me count the ways:

@ My home gets flooded, moldy and all occupants are forced to evacuate the biohazard.

@ My basement collections, including valuables and artwork….let’s just say a ton was ruined by the flood.

@ My family hirers movers to help move stuff to a truck to ship to a storage facility.  And, they spend more time putting stuff in garbage bags than loading anything.  As far as I recall, my sis, brother-in-law and I did most if not all of the loading.  And, my helpers were not the least bit concerned about what happened to what we loaded.  They had no emotional attachment.  All they saw was a clock and wanted to get done fast.  So, they threw stuff in the truck.  And, some fell out…getting damaged.  Why am I paying for storage if you’re going to damage what goes into it?

@ Weather is the worst.  Hot.  Muggy.  Every step you take draws another bucket of sweat from your face.  So lifting one box is a pain.  Lifting three is murder.  But, more rain is on the way; so you’d better get moving.

@ Brother helps by working with the movers.  He throws $800 of valuables on the ground, claiming it was in a wet box.  I highly doubt that.  But, I don’t doubt the collection is now worth about $600 or less.  His assistants fail to bring up stuff I am sure was safe and dry and worth a small fortune.  I suspect that went into garbage bags before going with the movers.  Thieves with cellphones who can look up the value of what they are moving and walk past stupid family members.

@ Brother offers to help move stuff as I myself move stuff upstairs, struggling with the poor air quality.  He drops my most precious handful in the sewage.

@ When I convince myself I need to just walk away and trash a bunch, family tries telling me to wash it off and salvage it, even if mint condition boxes are lost.  If I stop to wash things, they tell me I need to move quicker and load a truck, instead.  If I load the truck, they tell me to take care of the wet stuff coating the lawn.  There is no win.  And, everyone is clashing with each other.  It’s an ugly scene.

@ Sisters say they are on my side and supporting me, but their patience quickly thin, and I am feeling threatened with ultimatums…fearing they will put me in a group home when I totally lose my mind from this disaster.

@ I thoroughly regret ever getting involved with collecting and will surely never collect so foolishly again.  Nor will I be able to ever truly love my family.  They have earned my hate.

10
Jul
24

Hometown People: Should You Stay or Should You Go?

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I recently had a sort of minor epiphany or moment of insight regarding the need to either remain close to home or move somewhere else (relocate). Something I read mentioned how people from the author’s hometown were always so nice to her. I thought about my own hometown and felt uncertain about that assessment. I guess it depends upon who you know. And, having moved around a bit, meager in comparison to most people who don’t stay in one town all their lives, I cannot say people I met in other places were any worse than those close to my roots. Were they better? I cannot confirm that, either, because I didn’t spend a year or more with them as neighbors.

So, I’m thinking…

Maybe the people around you help decide if you should stay or go. If you like the people of your hometown and never clash with any of them, why leave? You have your happy place. But, if you find yourself clashing with others (especially family), relocate (if you can). When (and if) you find people who don’t rub you the wrong way (or, at least, fewer conflicts than comforts), you’re in a good place.

28
Sep
13

I Just Can’t Get “Stupid”

Watching people do foolish things in the same movie I’ve seen almost a half-dozen times now, I am struck with a notion about my own life and the world around me. I think of countless lives going through the same paces: lame conversations, political and religious squabbles, lousy excuses for entertaining oneself with what’s considered popular or current entertainment, pathetic pick-up lines, drunken mishaps, online dating, blind dates, arranged dates, hours upon hours of casual sex, friends with benefits, one night stands, more lame conversations injected with comparisons of body parts and intimate activities taken way too leisurely (instead of seriously), drug use and abuse, dares and contests demanding impressive results, mistaken tattoos and painful piercings, bad relationships ended in all sorts of unpleasant ways, divorce, abortion, multiple marriages, single parenthood, forsaking one’s religion/faith from any number of the previous weighing too heavily on the conscience and essentially declaring oneself a lazy “spiritual” person or atheist, alimony, child support, “pre-nups”, “post-nups”, jobs that don’t pay emotionally and financially, unpredictable insurance and retirement plans, etc. etc.

All of the above are things “most” people do as part of “the norm”. Not one of them can I commit so casually without a heap of discomfort amassing in my gut. And, upon once more realizing this boundary that separates me from “most” people, I am–yet again–discouraged from “entering the game”.

If someone explained the rules of chess to you, and you decided they were too complicated; how would you feel if everyone you saw around you was suddenly playing that very game? Imagine being the only deaf or blind person in your city, state or country, not knowing how to convey the full nature of your life experience to another living soul without fear of misunderstanding, isolation/segregation or something far worse.

How many cases in history were resolved horribly or violently/lethally from misunderstanding? Do I really want to be one of those cases simply because I don’t “go with the flow”? Can you begin to–if not already–understand how difficult it can be to wake up every day with little to no interest in doing any of those things previously listed while the rest of the world around me expects me to do just that if I want to “belong”?

I imagine myself driving a stick-shift car and not being able to downshift to that lower gear everyone else on the road around me uses to “get by”. I see them all pass me by either hastily or leisurely. And, there I sit in the middle of traffic, being honked at and unable to get my vehicle moving. I am a heartbeat away from a horrible accident. And, it has me on edge to the Nth degree. If I lose another minute, I could be dead. I need to get myself in gear and merge with traffic. Wait. I just need another–

I’m more content being of service to people as I find them and utilizing my creativity to its fullest. But, presently, that’s not filling in all the necessary boxes of a “normal” life. It’s not “financially sound” or “relationship savvy”. And, that worries me.

If you see someone stuck on the side of the road with his “blinkers” on, it’s probably me, not going anywhere. I just can’t get “stupid”.

 

[Disclaimer:  I use the word “stupid” as a substitute for mistaken and/or erroneous.  No one wants to be called stupid.  But, we all should know when we’ve made a mistake. And, I am a stubborn perfectionist.]




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