This post has nothing to do with the book with the similar name. Probably. I haven’t read it, so maybe it does? For me, this is starting fresh. New blog. New game. First level.
Watch out for that first Goomba, heading your way, they’ll say. You gotta jump to avoid being hit. Yeah. It’s not an unknown journey, this “game of life”; I’ve been at it for a while. But my documenting it has been an uneven endevour; starting, ending and rebooting, time and time again, the many shapes of my [not so] many blogs. This last time it has taken me a good long while, though, to start it back up again after it ended.
Why is that, they’ll ask? What took you so long? We’ve missed you. The web has been such a lonely, lonely hole without your insightful and funny stories about your exciting life.
…Who are “they”? They sound like weirdos, calling the jibbery-bibbery (if that’s even a word?) that I wrote “insightful” and “funny”??..
Just get on with it already. Geez..
I’m in a different place than when I last wrote. Not physically, and perhaps not mentally; but intellectually. Scary stuff, learning things, isn’t it? Especially when the things you learn are about yourself.
See, I’ve always felt a bit different from friends and family, and people in general around me. Never really, really felt like I’m fitting in anywhere. Never really knew my true place in life. (So I just hid in mum’s basement).
After I met Marie, my life changed radically. Well, that’s a bit strong a word, ‘radically’. Honestly, a lot… like, A LOT, is the same as before.. But a lot has also changed, and a lot of that for the better. She has taught me a lot about myself.
Some of the things I’ve learned are scary, though. The reasons for feeling a little weird (and most likely fcking up my education and chance for a better job) seems to be [at least partially] due to ADHD. (Worth noting here is that this isn’t diagnosed proper, but the psychiatrist I’m seeing is suggesting more and more that this is a strong possibility).
That’s scary as hell. Scary, because it has taken so long — over thirty years — to figure out. Scary, because in hindsight, the signs were so obvious. Scary, because I’ve always viewed myself as “one of the good guys”, when in reality I’ve been (and often are, still) an asshole.
Now hang on, they’ll say. You can be an asshole without having ADHD. Come on, dude! Not cool!
I know. Settle down. I know.
I’ve decided to bring the blog back to life, to cover this journey towards enlightenment. I’ll cover a bunch of other stuff as well; gaming is still a huge part of my life; what it’s like to be married (with ADHD, not as fun!); the silly things our silly cats are up to; etc etc… You get it, same old same old, but with a little more insight into my life. By me, for me, as this is mainly a thing for myself.
You are welcome on the ride. Maybe somewhere along the way it’ll be an interesting read.
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