NeedForReed

Somebody has a sense of humor.

This week has been a blur.  No, that is too kind.  Rather, it has been a smudge.  An opaque, ugly smudge that faintly resembles the contents of a week.

Upon shaking out the contents of this week, what would one find?  A motley concoction of gluttonous slumber, a room consolidated, bottles strewn about, and a crux that has been reached.

I’m tired of being isolated and unemployed.  I’m taking steps to effect change, but as anticipated, progress has been slow.  Patience.

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Sidenote: I wrote the above, starred at it thinking, “Why post something so negative?” then noticed I had an email in my inbox.  A potential job lead.  This can only mean one thing; the more negative blog entries I write and stare at, the more potential job leads that will waft into my inbox.  Definite causation.  No expectations.

Q&A

I often wonder why I believe what I believe? Do I truly believe what I believe, or am I somehow just a part of a greater societal force where certain roles have to exist? Am I just fulfilling one of these roles? Does there have to be an “us” so that a “them” can exist? Or does it even have to be that way?

Hmm.

The Grand Social Experiment of Billy Reed

I remember taking a Communications course that put a lot of emphasis on how you frame a story.  Instead of a terrible, awful headline of “400 Found Dead,” you could say “100 Surviors Found!”  Using that thought process I am applying this to my life.

I am no longer in the midst of a “job junt,” rather I am in the midst of a joyus social experient that will forever change me!

Other factors I will include in my social experient:

• Living at home with my parents
• Making sure all friends live at minimum 1+ hour away
• An elderly dog
• Goldsboro, NC
• Being left to my own devices sans employment

So! That’s not so bad, right?  Perhaps I’ve injected a bit of the ol’ gallows humor in there. Trying to keep things light, people!

Onward! Raaaahhhh!!!

Somniferous days.

This month has been tough. Unemployment, failed relationships, disconnectedness. The minutia of each of these has been overwhelming and paralyzing. I sought to heal each of these through darkness. Despite the darkness, a certain awareness was prevalent throughout. This awareness was both frustrating as well as comforting.

For whatever reason, my thoughts drifted back towards Jesus. A cyclic spiritual infancy that I repeatedly find myself entrenched in. Lots of uncertainties still remain, but it is something I feel myself being drawn to and wanting to learn more about.

Many questions have presented themselves, and again I find myself seeking answers. I’m unsure if this pursuit/thirst is ever captured/quenched. Taking things a day at a time.

Patience. Humility.