baphijmm: (Default)
( Feb. 22nd, 2006 02:01 pm)
I'm starting to worry about this job. I feel kind of bad, since Stirling only seems to be able to point out my flaws and reasons I shouldn't be on the project (or even in New Mexico, for that matter). I mean, I'm sure he's trying to help (actually, there's a really neat story to go along with that about how the nut on a propane tank appliance is like a neutrino), but it's really disheartening, especially when I know he's right. I don't know what I need to know. In fact, the only time I felt useful while he was there was doing janitorial work, like sweeping up the site or laying down oil-absorbant when the piping ruptured. I don't want to be a janitor for the rest of my life, nor do I want to be a grunt, but it seems like those are the only jobs I'm even suited enough to go into. :/

No short fiction returned today. No assignments given in regards to the creative non-fiction. Today's been just really depressing, all in all.

And, because it's just such a cool idea (Stolen from its originator, [ profile] kanlyven):

Reply to this with any songs that remind you of me, no matter when, not matter what, then post this in your journal and find out what songs you remind others of. If your lucky you'll end up with a soundtrack long enough to listen to for hours, just to remind you of all your friends.
baphijmm: (Default)
( Sep. 6th, 2005 04:40 pm)
God dammit.

I started approaching the depression phase again earlier. I thought nothing of it, at first, but it escalated; usually, it'll wane, so there had to have been something bugging me. I decided to make myself a bowl of clam chowder, as this usually cheers me up. ("Dude, you eat when you get depressed to make yourself feel better and you're not a blimp? You must have frigging AWESOME metabolism!" STFUkthxbai)

As I was making it, the room frequenters entered the room; one of my roommates was doing CS homework, and somehow transistors came up. I mentioned I've never fully understood what a transistor's purpose was.

Back a few days ago when we went to see Transporter 2, the topic of capacitors came up, and the fact that I never understood why in Hell anyone would use them. This resulted in a half-hour discussion trying to show me exactly what it was a capacitor does, after which I ended up with only a meager understanding of the subject. There's a reason I'm not an EE major.

Anyway, this discussion on transistors gets under way, as I'm trying to finish my clam chowder and just hurry up so I can eat it in peace. The end result was exactly the same as with the capacitor discussion -- just as confused as ever, but with a slightly better understanding.

Finish making my soup, retreat to my room and close the door, highly unstable. Begin talking to some dragon friends via IRC when I notice someone has replied to a comment I left in their journal that regarded trying to help me out. They weren't being malicious at all, trust me (normally, I'd probably just take it in good humor), but basically finding out that I'm... I can't even say right now. Everything that I'm inferring from it would make it look like I think lowly of this person, and I really don't.

Anyway, I think I've figured out just what it is that's been bugging me.

Everyone else is better at everything I pride myself on. I'm a laughingstock.

I haven't had this kind of depression since second grade. That's because I shut myself up from everything at that age, hoping I'd never be hurt like that again.

And that's all I am anymore -- a fucking child.

Since I'm getting everything else off my chest, I might as well drop the bombshell that I'm sure you all already "figured out" because anyone who claims they're asexual must be in denial, right?

I'm gay.

No, not so much so that I find the human male body attractive at all, but the attraction is there, whereas it's not there at all with women. I would never be able to bring myself to have sex with anyone else still, but nonetheless, I prefer the company of men.

There. I said it. Weight off my shoulders, but didn't help my depression like I was hoping it would.

God dammit. It's times like these that make me want to just give up.


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