I’ve needed to write out a lot more lately, as y’all have noticed. Today’s topic is something I’ve actually known about for 2 weeks coming now. My heterosexual lifemate’s last day at our workplace is today. For 13.5 of those days, I was actually pretty cool with it. Not much is going to actually change with us. Hell, I’ve known the kid for 27+ years and counting. The only things that are changing are going to be the walks to and from work to our vehicles and our talks during lunchtime. Camping, roadtrips, and playing in our band are still the same. With that being said, just this morning, after everybody was asking me if I was going to miss him, etc… the thought occurred to me about me leaving this place one day. The thought of it almost induced a panic attack. Seriously! I did it once, 4 years ago when I went back with my old boss to this current job to go back to the hotel life and the 9 months I was there gave me severe panic attacks, pretty bad anxiety, and now a lingering problem with said anxiety.
I had always been more of a loner, but after that madness I became even more of a recluse. Talking on the phone gives me anxiety, being around too many people for long periods of time gives me anxiety, and I generally want to be left alone most of the time. It’s the only way I’m comfortable. I guess one can make an argument that it’s a bad thing, but I just find a way to manage.
So that brings me back to the present. I’m now the last one standing of the old crew at this place. I’ve seen everybody else come and go. I don’t even know how to feel about that. I’m not going to lie, it’s gonna be nice to be able to stay indoors every day and watch stuff on Hulu and Netflix for my free hour, but now I’m not going to have the outlet when I need to get something off my chest. Maybe I’ll blog more! Actually, I should. I feel like I’ve been neglecting blogging on a more consistent basis.
As far as the future goes, I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave my gig. I love doing what I do. I’m kinda left alone even though I’m around people here, and I enjoy my work. It’s a Monday-Friday gig and I live 15 minutes away. I can make rent, pay my bills, and never go too hungry so I can’t ask for much more. I’ve never been materialistic or greedy, so it all works out for me. The thing that gives me anxiety and is almost inducing a panic attack now is the thought of me having to find a new job for one reason or the next. Honestly, I don’t know what else I can do and still be able to support myself. I don’t know if I can handle the public or not. That’s kinda scary, isn’t it? This sounds so bad, but if I were to ever get let go for whatever reason, I honestly think I would try to get disability. It’s getting harder and harder for me to function semi-normally as it is. Just this past week I was just burnt to a crisp emotionally. I was dying for at least one day to be left completely alone and with nothing for me to do. I was irritated, and annoyed, and was very short fused with everybody. It was bad. And worse yet, it almost felt like a new normal for me. Even this week, I’m going to force myself to clean my house and do laundry today to give myself the 3 day weekend to do absolutely nothing aside from going to Low Mass on Sunday morning. I need to. I need to just get away from everybody for my own sanity. And that’s the end game too, to put it bluntly. If it were up to me, I’d just stay home and never leave the house. It’s what I need to be happy, but I can’t do that, so I force myself to go to work. It’s a messed up existence.
So, wish me luck, my friends. I’m going to need it. That and my old buspar pills. I feel a damn anxiety attack coming on. Ugh!