Posts tagged failure

for sale

Nov 3rd

Posted by Michael in general

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Well, in light of my unem­ploy­ment claim being denied, admis­sions to UC being closed until fall 2010, and my fail­ure at life in gen­eral, I’ve decided to sell my car, so if any­one is inter­ested, you can read more about the car here:

http://forums.focaljet.com/team-rigz/575624-my-work-progress-2004-pzev-sedan.html

and here:

http://forums.focaljet.com/vehicles-sale/617459-sale-2004-pzev-sedan-svt-style.html

and see more pic­tures here:

http://picasaweb.google.com/s0niqu3/CarStuffEtc#

Clear title, no war­ranty, mileage is around 55,000.

The SVT 4-wheel disc brakes, sus­pen­sion, wheels/tires and the Recaro leather inte­rior alone are worth around $3500+ so I’m fac­tor­ing that into the ask­ing price of:

$7500

e-mail me with any questions.

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failure, 2.0

Nov 1st

Posted by Michael in general

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Wow, so as usual, life likes to keep me down.

So for no rea­son, and with no accom­pa­ny­ing expla­na­tion, I received an “amend­ment” to my unem­ploy­ment insur­ance claim, inform­ing me that my award (that I’ve yet to receive any part of) was now ZERO.

I even failed at unemployment.

Cheers capitalism/u.s./civil soci­ety, I think I’m over you.

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On Resentment

Oct 14th

Posted by Michael in general

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I’m just one of those ghosts
Trav­el­ing end­lessly
Don’t need no roads
In fact they fol­low me
And we just go in circles

– Paramore, Mis­guided Ghosts


Edited @ 11:30am, Thurs­day Octo­ber 15, 2009, for brevity (and to min­i­mize awk­ward phone calls and “inter­ven­tion” attempts from friends/family.)

Here goes, its OK to resent me, I rep­re­sent and embody the fail­ure of my par­ents, the dis­as­ter that was my child­hood, and pretty much every bad deci­sion I’ve ever made.

Why deny that? Why be ashamed of that? Why sug­ar­coat it?

My sib­lings and rel­a­tives are more intel­li­gent, more tal­ented, and gen­er­ally more grounded indi­vid­u­als, and were all guar­an­teed to suc­ceed in the mod­ern world/life in general.

I’m not.

I’m the fail­ure of the family.

Fur­ther, I AM a fail­ure because of me, not because of mom or dad, or any­one else.

So please don’t try to cover-up your resent­ment, don’t hide it in any­way, just accept it, and live with it, because I’m tired of the bullshit.

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just another day

Oct 13th

Posted by Michael in general

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I’ve been hav­ing a hard time pin­ning down exactly why today’s been a bad day.

It was an all around ok day, I found out that I qual­ify for unem­ploy­ment (and should start receiv­ing my ben­e­fits in a cou­ple weeks) and I do like the rain, though I sup­pose in a lot of ways I still feel trapped.

I think now that I believe (in part) that highly intel­li­gent peo­ple do in fact have a harder time in life, but I still don’t believe myself to be among those few highly intel­li­gent people.

I hon­estly believe that I’m sim­ply not talented.

I’m reminded (as always) of some­thing said by a truly intel­li­gent per­son, zefrank, in his episode of “the show” from Decem­ber 19, 2006:

the show with zefrank

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floundering

Oct 1st

Posted by Michael in general

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Accord­ing to the “New Oxford Amer­i­can Dic­tio­nary” which is included with mac OSX, floun­der is defined as:

floun­der 1 |ˈfloundər|verb [ intrans. ]strug­gle or stag­ger help­lessly or clum­sily in water or mud : he wasfloun­der­ing about in the shal­low off­shore waters.• fig­u­ra­tive strug­gle men­tally; show or feel great con­fu­sion : she floun­dered, not know­ing quite what to say.• fig­u­ra­tive be in seri­ous dif­fi­culty : many firms are floun­der­ing.

I sup­pose that’s an ade­quate def­i­n­i­tion for my life. I like to start things, and not fin­ish them. I gen­er­ally have no idea what I want to do with my life, and I have no remark­able tal­ents nor apti­tude for any­thing in particular.

I grew up poor, and some­how have a fond­ness of expen­sive goods/clothes/cars/etc., which I can never really afford, so then when­ever I have the oppor­tu­nity to buy some­thing nice, I wind up broke again.

I’ve spent the entirety of my adult life strug­gling to find my pro­fes­sional iden­tity, to deter­mine what it is that I’m sup­posed to do with my life, who I’m sup­posed to work for, what my job spe­cial­ity ought to be, and at 26 years old, I’ve thus far con­cluded that I don’t know any­thing about what I want to do with my life, nor what career/profession I should pursue.

Per­haps the only thing that I do know, is that the Navy is not right for me, but really, what good does that do me?

The psy­chol­o­gist that eval­u­ated my fit­ness for duty in the U.S. Navy told me that often, highly intel­li­gent peo­ple have a hard time find­ing their path in life, and while I’ve never con­sid­ered myself intel­li­gent, if this is true, why would any­one want to be intelligent?

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