Some One Get Me Out of This Hell Hole
So, in my pathetic attempt to ease my social isolation, I joined a few organizations.
Now, I just got back from my “daily constitutional.” Because everyone insists exercise is the cure for depression, I exercise every day. Yesterday, I lifted weights at the gym, which is depressing but just barely bearable. Today is my day for a walk/jog. It’s really more of a power walk than a jog, but I try to keep up the pace. Shortly after starting out I started feeling those chest pains again, you know, the ones the doctors say are in my head. I guess they are. It’s probably anxiety. My route is about 2 and a half miles. In New York it used to be five, but due to the fact that Baltimore is a dangerous city it’s hard for me to find a route that’s more than two miles. And it’s really boring. I do the same route over and over and over. It it gives me a wonderful opportunity to reflect on how much I hate my life. How much I hate my body. How much I hate Baltimore. How difficult it is simply to not get fat. How futile this attempt to lose weight is. Then I tell myself that it should be for health, not appearance. Then I start to wonder why I want to prolong my life when I hate it so much. I don’t want extra years of being lonely and men don’t want healthy, they want anorexic. I start feeling like a caged rat on a wheel.
I arrive home feeling remarkably angry and wonder whether or not I should take an Ativan.
I sat down to write. My mind wanders when I walk and although most of the thoughts are how I hate myself a few aren’t. I’ve been working on a novel and few ideas were about that and I sat down to write those down. Then it seems that I had saved something else with the same title as the working title of my novel thus overwriting everything I’ve written over the past few months. Fuck.
I managed to find another copy elsewhere, so I didn’t lose everything, but my bad mood went to even worse.
Now, don’t ask me why, I started feeling really, really lonely. I just want some company. Is that too mush to ask?
Apparently, in Maryland, it is.
I mentioned having joined some groups to try to meet people. Okay, one thing is the sketching, but it’s early on Saturday morning and I woke up late today. I haven’t been able to get to it for two weeks running and I doubt I’ll get there tomorrow. I’ll try. But this is why I fucking hate Maryland and Baltimore. It’s Nowhereville. Could you imagine living in New York and having to wait for Saturday morning to roll around again in order to do something.
Okay, well, I also joined Mensa. Well, once a month they have a film night and tonight was the night, but I didn’t look at it until it was too late. Don’t you know, they go to an early show. I could have gotten to it if I had thought to look yesterday, but I didn’t. Now, I’ll have to wait a month.
So, do they have anything else on their agenda. Yeah – tomorrow – Saturday – Mensa is going to a GUN RANGE!!!! I’m suicidal, but I’m not fucking stupid. I know well enough that I should stay away from guns for the foreseeable future.
Now, what else is Mensa doing?
July’s speaker is Walter Jones, a graduate of Yale University and Howard University Divinity School, and his presentation is titled “We’ve Come this Far by Faith”. Walter describes it as a brief gospel history lesson, portrait of a people, and folk sermon rolled into one.
Guns, God. What next? An anti-gay protest? Did I join Mensa or the Tea Party?
Man, I miss New York.
Clubs and groups focused on food/alcohol tend to be composed by amusing people looking for a good time. In the sports category, the polo crowd is much more fun than the golf crowd 😀
Hey, at least you’re trying 🙂 I mean that as an encouragement – by exercising and trying not to isolate self 🙂
Fojap, I had no idea Baltimore was like that. I live north of Memphis and your experience sounds awfully familiar to what I can’t stand about my area. Now I’m beginning to understand more about your frustrations, especially with your previous residency in New York. I’m sorry that you’re going through this. I am proud of you for continually trying to stay active and socially involved. I think Pink mentioned some great ideas as well. Maybe I should look into some of those things myself.
Your recently posted pictures are stunning! I like the yellow an awful lot! I see how beautiful you are by the photographs you take. Thank you for sharing those with your readers.
Have a great weekend and a fantastic week as well, Fojap. I hope you find great peace and laughter throughout this month.
Here’s to all the good in you,
I hope you are well. I was thinking about you this past weekend. I would love to hear more about how you’re doing. You’re in my thoughts.