Rewind, Again!

Here the frack we go again.  Talked to the deacons last night and told both of them about the issue with dc.  Spending the night and almost having ess eee cross.  I think, actually I am almost sure there will be another committee set up to deal with this.  "Deal with this" means they will again, for the third time, ask all kinds of questions about what happened.  They will hear the same answers I gave them before then they will decide if I get df'd or publicly/privately reproved and what the punishment will be.

Will the cycle never end?  Actually I spent some time trying to think of other things I did wrong in a serious way, and that's all I can think about that I haven't already confessed.  Of course the choice with the escort is still out there.  I still want to do it but am being held up by the cost and the wrongness of it.  I think I will hold off until I hear what the judgement is from this most recent case and then decide what to do.  I think I am going to see her. I just need some kind of companionship now.  I can also look in on Speed Dating this weekend.

They didn't hardly lift an eyebrow when I mentioned the Rent-A-Date (as I described it to them) before.  So I am thinking this is't a big deal and I don't need to "confess" if I do this again.  I'm thinking this will be the last time I see Linda.  I'll probably sample Ellen but I don't think I'll make a habit of her.  Lilly is the one I am waiting for and hope she returns to the East Coast.  I don't think I could get enough of her if she did.  This is bad though.  I really shouldn't but if you've ready any of my recent posts, you won't want to hear about that anymore.  I just want one more dinner with Linda and give her the gift.  I doubt I'll come across any 34D's in my ordinary life, and if I did, I'd be happy to buy  new if I could still afford it then.

The heart wants what the heart wants, doesn't it?

Thursday (the next day)

So I've given in on the notion of whether or not I will visit an escort; the answer is yes.  I've moved on to who and how many.  I have a gift for Linda, so I will see her.  I just want to see Elly, so I will see her as well even though she is so young.  Oh and I plan to do the speed dating thing also.  Why don't I take a flying leap off a really tall bridge into the ocean?  That would be a less painful way to die!

I won't do that of course.  In a request for pleasure I will place myself in a dragon's mouth and hope that I have the strength and stamina to avoid being chewed and swallowed.  Of course I suppose the chewing is optional.   You know the next line by now right?  Yes:  How stupid is that!

So the memorial is tomorrow.  I haven't done the reading.  I don't even know what time it is supposed to start.  I'm not going to wear a suit like I usually do.  I just don't feel qualified to do so.  I know nobody cares and there is no "Dress Code"  I just feel like a fake, a poser when I put on a suit and go to the hall.  That's why I never wear one.  What's the point I wonder.  God is far more interested in me being prepared spiritually than dressed like a deacon would dress.

I always feel like an outsider.  I have come to realize that I truly am an outsider.  I don't want to talk about spiritual things.  I don't want to hear someone espousing their faith or their experiences in FS.  But that is what people want to talk about.  They only know to ask me about work since that dominates my life.  Only a few know that.  Most just treat me like I am invisible.  The women have all heard, thanks to my son, that I am lonely.  They come up and try to talk to me like a child.  I really don't want to talk to them.  The will never be my friend, not in this life.  Possibly in the one to come but it doesn't look like I am going to make it there.  Especially since I am so very interested in certain other women.

Ranting for Days

So, I'm posting a lot right now.  Don't know why, nothing earth shattering going on.  I worked out for the first time in 7 days today.  I had to slow way down at one point during the resistance training b/c I was feeling so tired I was almost nauseous.  But I finished up and went on to the final endurance training.  I went 53 minutes.  Total calorie burn across both endurance training sessions was over 1000.  That's my goal.

Actually I have been feeling lousy all day long.  It's 2;00 PM and I just got some lunch.  I didn't eat much at all yesterday and I am hoping it is just hunger.  I'm eating a sandwich now hoping I'll feel better.  Of course I am still turning over the escort thing in my mind.  One gauge of how well money is spent is when you think about the experience, do you regret spending the money.  That has yet to happen.  Of course that makes me want to spend more money on escorts. The other thing is since I know Linda, I want to see her again.  And since I want to get to know Elly I want to do that before there is a price increase.  Maybe I should do both!

Well the sandwich went down well and I do feel better.  I think maybe it was really just that I had run out of the juice from the food I was eating earlier.  I need to really consider what my diet should be.  I try to eat as little as possible but I am apparently overdoing it.  The work out felt good otherwise though.  I am hoping I can get my butt back into a regular routine.  I got up super early today so I will be exhausted after the meeting and getting home late doesn't help.

Well my heart is reaching the tipping point.  I am just about to be overcome by my foolish reasoning.  I'm about to schedule time with both of them.  Not just yet, but if I peruse there sites just one more time then I may be ready.  There's also speed dating that I'd like to consider.  Not sure how that would work out.

Wednesday

So I didn't visit the site but my heart is working overtime on my mind.  I think it will get the upper hand, honestly.  It's not like I intend to have intercourse with either woman.  I think about them as individuals.  (I suppose that's part of the fantasy.)  Linda because I already know her and Elly because she is local and more accessible.  Also that I (hopefully) get grandfathered in at the lower rate.  Bad Idea, Makes no sense.  But that's what happens when the heart takes over.  I guess I'm the one with hooks in my jaws and I know who's on the other end of that line.  How could I be so stupid.  like they say, the heart wants what the heart wants.

Thursday

So here I am again.  what's up with this?  So the daily scripture I read this AM hit hard at me.  It was talking about the lures that Satan uses to entrap God's people.  It said the lures look appealing but there is always a hook in them.  Reminded me of my the paragraph I wrote yesterday.  I just can't seem to deal with this.  This gives me serious pause.  Of course the heart is now scheming to overcome this objection.  For right now the mind is winning.  What i am doing is playing with fire.  I will get burned.  I recall how silly I was when I was in school.  Thinking I was not going to suffer for doing what I  wanted to do rather than doing what God instructed me to do.  I have suffered and paid for those mistakes for years after.  I think the same thing might happen here.  I don't feel the hear from the fire yet.  It just looks like an attractive thing.  Shiny and beautiful.  Of course I can actually see the hook, it just looks soooooo good.  (That was the heart talking.)

Oh well.  The one convenient thing is that I strongly tend toward inaction.  I can't get in trouble if I don't respond, and that takes action.  I think of the money.  That also helps me get in the right mind set.  I need to dump assets.  What a mess I have gotten myself into.  Maybe if I go out with an escort or two, that will clear my head and I will be better able to get my self in line.  (Yes, I am sure I fell for that reasoning on many prior occasions.  Let's hope and pray that I won't do so again.)

Ok, well between the last paragraph and this one I snuck (sneaked?) off on another browser tab to find the measurements of Linda, my most recent escort.  I was thinking of buying a gift for her.  Of course if I did that then I would just have to see her, to give her the gift, of course.  Silly man.  Cunning heart.  I told you it was good at getting what it wants.  The mind needs to be stronger.

On a good note I worked out again today, for the 3rd time in as many days.  Sounds good until you understand that is also the 3rd time in 10 days.  Oh well, be happy for the small successes.  I was jamming nuts in my mouth on the way to the Gym.  I wanted to stave off that desperate feeling when the blood sugar gets so very low as had happened the day before.  Man that felt bad.  So I bought nuts and a salad and a couple of apples.  That really made a difference.

Oh well I gg.  Bye for now.

Friday

OK, so here's the latest.  My kid comes stumbling in at 3:00 AM and he's been out drinking with his buddies in JAX.   They are a bad influence of course, but I couldn't get mad 'cause I'm thinking about doing the same thing.  So we talked a little bit and I told her what she did was a mistake, but that I make mistakes too.  So I walked away from that conversation with the notion that, yea, the mind's going to win this round.

So I get at work and  a new AP advert comes in my email.  Start looking and lo and behold I'm buying the nickers to finish out a set that I had bought for my current favorite escort.  Now who's winning?

Monday

So I had my study with the Deacon.  I mentioned that I have done a lot of bad things.  He starts asking questions, I answer (what good does it do to hide) and now I am in the sh*t again.  Another committee probably.  They are supposed to talk to me on Tuesday evening to see if they need to form a committee.  And here we go again.  That just sapped my strength on Sunday PM.  Nothing left after that.  So again, I could get the boot.  Like before I simply have no idea how the deacons are going to react to this.  They could say, that's it! If we had known about this we would have df'd him a couple of months ago.  On the other hand they may see this as another issue that has to be judged separately.   Fortunately I didn't actually commit fornication, I just got close to it.  They seem to think that staying overnight is a big deal.  Like a really big deal.  So since I did that several times, I could see it being enough (in combination with the near ess eee cross) to give me the boot.

Of course, like before I hope it doesn't come to that.  It just seems like I am so close to the edge lately.  Now I am on this precipice again and I think I might go over this time.  Last time I thought I had a 55% chance of not getting the boot.  Now I think the probability is 45%.  I think they are all going to get together and say, holy cow, what is it with this guy.

The same notions are spilling out of my mind again, well, what if I get df'd.  Would I start accepting additional services from the escorts?  Probably, but that would not be my best self.  I would want to do better.  Same as before.  So here I am waiting for the boot again.  Lovely place to be.  For cryin' out loud.  This is certainly the sh*t again.

Treacherous Heart

I have an appointment with my doctor this afternoon.   This is the psychiatrist who gets to give me drugs.  I'm using this stuff called Effexor(sp?) rather than the Zoloft generic.  She thought it might be more effective.  I am not happy with it.  It comes in a capsule that makes me just a tiny bit nauseous.  I figured it would go away after a while but it hasn't.  And it doesn't have the effect of suppressing my ess eee cross ual appetite.   I want that, I suppose I can deal without it, but why not get it if I can.

I continue to look at escorts wanting and wishing I could go out with someone.  It is simply not sustainable.  I still want it badly and I may just do it anyway.  I know I would if Lilly came to town.  I like the freedom to talk about anything I want without being judged for my proclivities.  Oh, and being out with a beautiful woman is its own reward.  Interestingly I am trying to put together a home theater system and the components are, of course expensive.  Some are about the same price as taking out an escort of the sort I employ.  Now I come face to face with the real cost of this activity as I shell out similar amounts for electronics.  I ask myself, is a date worth the price of a big screen TV?  Oh my goodness, how can someone not give pause to such a query.  Especially since i don't own a TV in this home.

Then i sit alone in the bathroom looking at images of my favorite escorts.  Reviewing their web pages that haven't changed in months hoping that there is some new little bit of information about them.  Looking for new escorts I'd be willing to go out with.  When I find one, I look up as much information as I can find about her.  Trying to get to know her from the internet.  Dreaming about going out with them.  But it always comes down to cost.  I am not a wealthy man.  My finances are a mess.  I hate what is happening here.  I need companionship, I don't fret over the money I spent on previous escorts.  And I so badly want to do it again.  Oh well.  what else am I going to do.

Its Friday.

The day begins again and again there are new excuses as to why I'm not going in to work out.  Crap.  One work out this week.  How pathetic.  Nothing to do but start fresh next week.  I have that thing for my cousin tomorrow.  Long trip, party with people I don't know.  Long trip home.  It won't be much fun, but it will be good experience in people interaction.

I have suddenly been thinking about sex a lot.  I don't know why and it is sudden.  Started this week and it is very typical visualizations.  Me with a beautiful woman.  Interesting because it rose so suddenly.  I am usually thinking about it one way or another all the time.  Come to think of it it started after I had worked out only 1 day in the last 5 days.  Interesting,  I don't work out and the thoughts of sex come back to flood the brain.  In other words, I if I don't want to be bothered with sexual thoughts, just work out daily.   Interesting discovery.

I will get some chemical help soon.  I'm going back to Zoloft.  It suppresses the appetite (sexual appetite.)  Dang, with that and working out (if I can get my *ss back to the gym) I should be ready for judgement day.  Just Kidding!  I have to fix the issue with fs first and then probably a bunch of things that I hardly know about.

Honestly, I feel like I am starting to come out of the Depression.  I hope I get back to normal but I am a long way from it.  I really miss having adult human association.  I miss adult human female romantic association.  Sometimes I feel like I just have to reach out and find a way to satisfy that need, hence the escorts.  The cost is simply unsustainable.  While I can come up with cash in that quantity, I need to spend it on a new roof, painting the house, cleaning the inside, and so on and so forth.

I feel sad now.  This weekend isn't my own.  I have to go with my brother to my cousin's place.  Yawn.  But I like him.  He is a really nice guy, I just don't know him hardly at all.

So I went to this retirement party, lo and behold it was great.  People were interesting to talk to and it was relatively easy for me to strike up a conversation.  There were about 50 people there and there were 2 bands, playing sequentially.  The food was good and such.

Monday

I kept largely to the driving schedule, but I faked out on the meeting on Sunday and my bible study that was supposed to happen after the meeting.  Another miss.  I am sure it was because I was watching some sexually explicit Showtime TV.  In other words I was raking fire into my chest. And surely I was burned.  I continue to think about renting another date.  I have decided on a person and am waiting for me to work up the courage (or stupidity) to make and keep an appointment. Her reviews are outstanding and price is lower than expected for such quality.

It is interesting to watch my heart struggle against my mind.  I know this is a bad idea bur my heart keeps me looking at her web site.  Eventually I will cave in to my heart's desire.  Sometimes I do and sometimes I don't.  I know that if Linda were to show up I would probably cave.  If Lilly showed up I would definitely cave.  The interesting thing is that I resist for the wrong reason.  I look at the cost and realize what I could buy with that money.  That's probably the biggest thing that blocks.  I will never have this kind of truly disposable income.  I don't remember what figure I gave before but I think it was somewhere around 30 million USD.  After tax and IRS and discounting for cashing out I'd probably be left with about 8 million.  Enough for 2 nice homes a vehicle and to live off the interest.  Then there would be a fair test of my loyalty.  Would I actually serve God in that situation?  Again, who knows?  Well God certainly knows, if he wants to.  I don't.  But I have to get better.  Study meetings prayer and service.  That's what it takes.  I only have meetings mostly under control.  Even prayer, the easiest one, is out of control.  Mostly I am not doing it.  *Sigh*  I hate this.  And what is left is this hole in my heart that going on a date with a beautiful woman would fill temporarily.  But at tremendous cost that I cannot afford.

Random Thoughts and Frustrations

I have an appointment with my psychologist this afternoon.  When I left him a couple of weeks ago I decide I was going to go straight after match and speed dating in spite of the fact that it is heavily discouraged by the church.  Not quite on pain of excommunication as are some of the other things I have contemplated and actually done.

Nonetheless, despite my intentions, I find (as indicated in the previous post) I can't do it.  I can't bring myself to go against that advice.  Even though I want to.  I just won't do it.  I don't know if it is rank laziness or respect for the church.  Either way it isn't happening.

So I was talking to my son and thinking that maybe we can make our own party, since no one wants to invite us to theirs.  We can invite people we want to meet and have snacks and watch a really good movie or TV from a dvd.  Maybe there could be some conversation afterward but anyway, there's something.  Of course we don't have a TV or audio system to make watching TV a meaningful event.  So we have started to remedy that situation.  The other thing is that we need to clean up and get organized.

Of course the other thing I was going to do  is call the Tax person.  No go on that either.  So, again, maybe now that the meds are running stronger I can fix that as well in coming weeks.  I think that a lot of the "feel better" factor is coming from the working-out that i've been doing.  It does make me feel better about myself.  I noticed for the first time last weekend that I felt like looking nicer than I usually do at church.  I actually wore a nicer jacket, one I hadn't used in a long time.

So what should I do in the coming weeks:

1. Call the tax man
2. Finish specifying the AV System
3. Start putting cr*p away to clean up the living and family room.
4. Properly store my camera stuff
5. Plan and execute a photography excursion
6. Plan my PTO coming up in June 27
7. Get my Bike ready to ride.  I'd like to work up to a full trail length ride.

I guess it's good that I am at least thinking of these things where as for a long time I couldn't seem to bring myself to do that.

So what am I going to talk about?

My failures to move
My medication success (working w/o Music)
Putting things on the shelf:

1. Dating Women

Trying again with the church
1. TV Night

Other plans
1. Tax
2. Family

Monday

The meeting with my Psychologist went well.  I talked about the fact that I'm not going to move forward with match and speed dating and that I have to try again with the congregation.  I mentioned TV night and trying to be more friendly at the khall.  She suggested I be aware of my facial state, not looking angry or mad, but open and kind.  I can remember driving to the hall trying to relax my face. But when I got there the tension of walking inside resulted in my totally forgetting about it.  I ended up talking  a lot with Chuck Gibson.  Nice guy and easy to talk to.  But he approached me rather than the other way around.

The kid and me went to the NSO and it rocked the house down.  Truly awesome concert.  They played Ravel's Bolero and it was one of the more impressive things I have heard in recent memory.  I think maybe Orff's "O Fortuna" topped it, but that's a special case.  We talked about doing some Ballet in April but I'll have to look that up and see what's available and, of course the price of the tickets.

Tuesday
And I didn't work out today.  I woke up on time but felt unusually tired.  So, after much hand wringing I decided not to.  It was a mistake of course.  I should have worked out.  Well, this is how the demise of any positive regimen starts.  Skip here, miss there and before long I will justify not going at all.

I'm frustrated.  My old nemesis is back now.  And I want ess eee cross again.  Trying to justify in my mind seeing an old or new escort.  As many times as I convince myself that I should not on so many levels, I keep coming back to the fact that it is the ONLY fun I have these days.  NOTHING else is enjoyable or satisfies like it.  Whatever though.  I can't do this.  It's too costly and dangerous.  Once I've won 20 MM USD then OK I'll see an escort regularly.

All Over the Place

I am just so damn tired of all this.  I know beyond reasonable doubt:

1. I'm not gonna do match.
2. I'm  not gonna do speed dating.


So the other possibilities are:

1. Will the drugs help me to do 1 or 2 above?  Hopefully the answer is no 'cause I shouldn't do either
2. Dancing
3. Taxes
4. House in Mvle  (Painting Doors Interior Cleaning Fix Windows, Fix Lawn, Fix Drainage in the front, blah  blah blah)

Oh yes and the 800# Gorilla in the room:  How the hell am I going to get my very self out in FS again?

Oh yea and don't forget the other stuff that goes along with it:  Study (meetings, personal, remedial, bible reading) Meetings (Sunday, Tuesday, assemblies, etc ) (check!)  Prayer (meals, distress, regular communication morning noon night) that go along with service.  It is just an impossible task list.  I'll die just trying to coax myself to start.

Of course with God all things are possible, though it seems apparent that he doesn't want this to happen, at least not right now.  No plans, No thoughts.  It's all just sh*t now.

Honestly I don't see any of these things happening in a reasonable time frame.  I can't fix this.

A few days later.

The pills are here, and I one of each yesterday and one of each this AM.  I really hope it helps.

I am really very sleepy this AM.  I'm not sure what kept me awake last night but I was not sleeping soundly most of last night.  I am doing that thing where I stair at the monitor and sitsleep.  I do have coffee and I had 3 (count 'em) 3 oranges for breakfast.  They were really OK but not the best I've had.

I attended an "Essentialist" course.  Interestingly JW's have been focusing on that kind-of for a while now.  Just get the needs.  He doesn't advocate asceticism, just the elimination of those things that are truly nonessential to your own goal.

He suggests that having an "off-site" with yourself can help you determine what your purpose in life is and  plan your way to get there.  He suggests 3 - 8 hours, or some such.  I think this is good advice.  I got his book; I ordered it yesterday and it came today.  I read the intro just a minute ago.  Seems like it will be a good read.  It turns out he collaborated on another book I liked:  Multipliers.

This is a great resource.  I just hope I can do something with it to actually make a difference in my life.

Anyway I've been taking the drugs for 3 days now.  No discernible difference other than the Wellbutrin making my hands shake a bit.  Drugs took 2 weeks to get here from the time I snail mailed the order.

Its the weekend now.

Still taking the drugs and little effect noted.  I did stop watching TV at noon today and as of 5:30 haven't turned it back on.  Maybe that is one effect.  Who really knows.  I'm sure I'll turn it back on before I go to bed.

This is a junky post.  I suppose I have really nothing to say.  It is just that I have put so much hope in the drugs and I want to report progress.  Truthfully, it is still early and I can't expect much given the way these drugs operate.  You have to take them over a long period of time for the drugs to build up in your system.

A week and a half into the drugs.  This week for the first time in a long time I was able to work the entire day without listening to music.  I don't sense any depression of the sex drive.  But who knows.

On Tuesday of this week a new problem cropped up.  I was absolutely exhausted after my work out and felt tired and sleepy all day.  So I didn't work out on Wednesday and eventually felt better.  Worked out again on Thursday (today) and I have felt sleepy all day long.  Of course I read up a little on what working out too hard does to you and guess what?   Being tired all the time is one of the symptoms.  I guess I need to take it easier.  I don't want to.  Maybe I'll just keep pushing myself until I can do all this.  Body will respond eventually.

Post Boot Decision

So here I am again, in the truth but struggling to stay in.  I am unhappy to still be here but very happy and glad at the same time.  I think that I just don't realize how bad it is if I was truly separated from God's organization.  It may feel like I have been separated (df'd) before but I really hadn't and I am sure it would feel a lot differently if I had.

I am really just frustrated now, I feel like the one outlet I had, going out with paid companions, has been removed as an option in my life.  It is really the only thing that I really looked forward to.  It was like a vacation that I would take twice a year.  It cost just as much shorter.  I still looked forward to it and remembered it fondly after it was over.  And, probably the most telling sign, I would go back for more in spite of the extreme cost:  more than 1K per event by the end.  I know that I would fail the test if Lilly came back to the states.  I think I had better try to not look at any information from her on line.  I don't think she would actually email me again.  I anticipate hearing from Kyra.  I feel like I might pass that test, but not by much (unless I start relying on God a whole lot more than I am right now.)

Work is painful, I cannot progress without music.  I am trying to make an appointment to see my psychiatrist to get more pills.  They really help me to focus but I have to make it through until next weekend.

I did work out 5 times this week.  That was probably the highlight of the year so far.  (Unless you can call getting Censured by my church again a highlight, which deserves merit as the alternative would have been a life altering experience.)  Familiar challenges return though.  Fatigue esp in the afternoon, tinnitus.  I continue to be disgusted with my mirror image when I am not clothed.  I must be much heavier than I have ever been.  I figure I will need a couple of years to get in shape.  I need to loose minimum 50 lbs and bulk up the upper body.  Once I have lost the fat, built bulk and endurance, I'll feel OK about joining a cycling club or something like that.


OK so a couple of days have past and I went to the meeting last night.  Typical, extremely boring and I was totally uninterested.  But I am sick and dying (spiritually.)  The food I need doesn't taste good but what else can I do but just keep showing up for the meetings and trying to gulp it down.  My work out routine has replaced my study time and I need to find a way to put the study back in my schedule. I haven't found that studying helps me enjoy the meeting during the time where I cannot comment.  Anyway last night I my kid decided he wanted to talk after the meeting.  I have learned to simply not discourage that if that is what he wants to do.  It was cold out so I didn't want to stand outside.  I ended up sitting at my seat for a half hour waiting for her to finish.  I finally just pulled out my tablet, checked my email, looked at other stuff and was getting ready to start blogging.  I don't have the strength I need to expose myself to the daggers of those in the congregation.  I have been cut by so many (inside and outside the congregation) so frequently that I will be as pleasant as I know how to those who choose to speak, as some do when they walk by.  The rest just pretend I am not there.

My kid used to tell people that they should include me in stuff.  Now it seems that this is backfiring and he is getting frozen out.  He doesn't just take it lying down.  He is always on his feet looking for stuff that is going on in the congregation on a social level.  He also has friends in other parts of the country that he can stay in touch with.  Really good for him, 'cause right now I am just a warm place to stay (and a boat anchor) to him.  As usual, I really hate myself.  And, given my performance it certainly seems like I hate God as well.  How could I be just so very stupid.

I have a meeting with my psychologist this evening.  He hasn't heard that I didn't get kicked out yet.  So I'll start with that and then go on to the anger.  I need to get the tax accountant recommendation from him again.  Honestly I don't know where to go from here with him.

I don't want to do Match 'cause that's real  people with real feelings.  Escorts are just too expensive. I'm just so tired of being alone.  There must be something I could do.

A week passes

Still working out more or less every other day.  It is hard to stay with it but I am lucky that there isn't much else going on.  I like the feeling after i worked out.  Tired but satisfied.

Today there was a special treat.  A fresh young female athlete joined the regular crew of ugly guys in the gym this AM.  Of course that means nothing to me, just some distracting visuals.  I think I remember her from a week or two ago.  I was on my way toward the exit and she was ahead of me going through the door leading into the building main lobby.  She held the door as I was only a few paces behind her.

Very cute and well packaged.  Small in size but no stranger to the gym.  Of course as I am watching the mind wanders.  (Yes, still male and born in the USA) I realized that if she came onto me (not that such a thing is even remotely likely) in that nrop movie kind of way, there's no way I could resist that.  I'd just go stumbling to the deacons again saying "Well this just happened.  .  .  ."

Highlight of the month that was.

So I continue to freeze when it comes to signing up for match and for another escort run.  I suppose that in reality, the escorts are still available since I was kicked to the curb again for watching nrop not for going out to dinner with a "rent-a-date."  But that's just from a "what could get me kicked out" standpoint. It is still too expensive.

I think about having to paint the house and redo the floors.  I don't have the money for that hobby.

It's been a week and a half since sending in my prescriptions to our new and mandated email prescription filling service.  After a week they said "we have your order.  We'll ship in 3 or 4 days probably, and you still have to wait for return shipping.  I hope to get  the pills by mid next week.  I think I will want to go back to Zoloft since that has the ess eee cross suppressing side effect.  That would be really convenient to have going for me.  Really, this is the last viable option for me getting myself turned around.  Drugs, wonderful drugs.  Take my problems away.  (Where have I head that before.)

No Boot, Crap!

So the decision was rendered.  I am censured again but not kicked out.

And the overwhelming feeling?  Relief?  Joy?  Gladness?  Gratefulness?  No.  Unfortunately it is anger.  I really think that a large part of me wanted to be rid of the burden of  being in this church.  The next day I binge watched bad TV full of violence and fornication (but not the X crap that got me almost kicked out.)  What does God think of this?  Well he knew what was there when he let me stay in.  I didn't try to pull any punches and I didn't lie (knowingly) this time.

The anger is real though.  My kid noticed that I was angry all weekend.  Nothing much else to be said about that.  It is like Satan had me by the jersey and it tore away, but part of it is still attached.  I can be sure that he will continue to pull at fabric still attached.  the play isn't over until Armageddon and he is still pulling.

So one of the Deacons met with me again Sunday and are pushing me to do more with the church.  I agreed but reluctantly.  I hate the bind this puts me in but I can't get out of it.  I chose God and this is one of his requirements.  I hope I can make that anger go away (metaphorically removing the jersey.)

I also need to learn to pray more.  As noted earlier (ad nausium) there are many things of which I need to do more.  I had better start praying soon If I am going to get my posterior out in service a week and a half from now.

I worked out for the 3rd time in 4 days.  I hope this is the start of a good trend and not just a fake-out flash in the pan.

Work is difficult.  I have to listen to music to get anything done.  With going to meetings and such I have less time to devote to work and the mental distraction of depression is taking a serious toll on my productivity again.  I reached out to my Psychiatrist but the little bitch she uses to do her scheduling is so slow to respond, I think it will take several days just to get the damn thing scheduled and then, of course there will be the traditional 3 week wait for the first availability.  It looks like she may have moved out of the super convenient location she once occupied.  Shit!

I can feel myself sinking into the self hate characteristic of my depressive cycles.  I had a lot of trouble getting to the meeting yesterday.  I so very much did not want to go.  Largely because of wanting to set some kind of not so bad example for my kid, I went anyway.  I was so awfully sleepy though.  I am determined to get back on the pills, the exercise, the talk therapy, intelligent eating choices and, probably most importantly the prayer to try and pull out of this tail spin that I am in.   I expect this to end like all the other attempts, but I can't stop trying.  I hate my existing life just so damn much.

Oh, and I guess I need to stop cussin' so much too.