Chronicles of a Cursed Man
It was a horrible day. I was exhausted from getting enough sleep. That is one of the elements of what I call my cursed life. When I do not get enough sleep, feel completely exhausted, cannot concentrate, can barely function, and have chest pains.
All of this interferes with ability to conduct business. I am not obsessed with money, but money pays the bills and I want to be debt free before I leave planet earth.
My cursed my keeps me fear of what is next. My life is one bad thing after another.
I deal with things by meditating on a strategy. I think of ways to not let the bad things beat me down.
I have lost the pleasure from enjoying life. I just go through the motions.
However, this is not a “cry fro me” effort. I am trying to not get completely lost. By writing I have to stay in the here and now.
Today, I feel that same anxiety. It is going to be a bad day because of the tyrannical democrats stealing “the will of the people” with voter fraud. I won’t live in a nation controlled by crazy democrats and their crazier supporters. Time to go to the mountains.
I am sort of rested, which means I can sort off think. I plan to just enjoy the day. I pushed myself to stay on the diet.
Yesterday, on my last order I walked to the house to deliver. Close to the door I heard a man yelling at the top of his voice in an irrational manner and children crying. One child sounded like a baby. The other one was rather small, maybe 3 or 4.
The GPS led me to the wrong address. So now I am exhausted, unable to think, have the responsibility of having to deliver the food right, and the responsibility of the children.
If I had to get physical, I am to exhausted(physical and mental) to be effective. I know I have to call the cops. The man is coming in and out of the house giving me dirty looks. The customer is on my phone asking about her order.
I quickly hit a tail spin in to depression. I was to exhausted to think my way out. All I could do is limp home.
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