Tuesday 19 August 2003
Only one journal entry over the past seven days? Well, to be honest, a combination of two factors contributed to this. First, that last entry took a hell of a lot out of me. It has been my opinion (hope?) that writing here will give me the chance to bare my soul and rid myself of the bad feelings I've acquired. Going through the memories of a very bad September for me has been pretty hard on me, but if my purpose remains true, the weight will hopefully lift.
Second, I have been attending to other writings. I emailed my family (at my sister's insistence) and let everyone know just what type of living conditions I'm in, now entering my tenth week without power. Lori thanked me for finally opening up, Mom sent two supportive replies, and Dad gave me an encouraging phone call at work.
Another writing was a ten-page letter to my young friend Ashley at work. She was in the process of breaking up with her boyfriend... the one who'd crashed his Camaro doing over 100mph through the hilly roads of Vernon County... the one old enough to buy her beer and of class low enough to try to turn her on to crystal meth... the one whom she first fell for when he "cared" enough to put on a condom before doing her so that she wouldn't contract his disease. They had dated for a little over a month.
Ashley's an 18-year old girl, recently graduated from Virocqua High School, desperately wanting to pursue a career in broadcast journalism. Here's a girl with plenty of talent, wasting it away on a total loser. I worry about her. My comment was simple. Beautiful women confuse me. She asked what I meant by that, and as an example I used her.