God Hates Me

      I've come to the realization that, God, The Almighty, hates me. I had high hopes of maybe seeing the pearly white gates of Heaven before get kicked to hell and play blackjack with Hitler and Stanlin, but turns out, it doesn't see that way. I've came to this because of the hell weeks, yes plural. My hours were cut at work. I have a hard time even trying to get a date, and I'm once again alone while all my friends are in relationships.
     He literally laughs at me when I try to talk up a chick. Also the horrid dream that I cannot remember to save my life the night after I felt like shit the whole day really made me think that I stand no chance of getting to see those gates, or get to plead my case before the gate keeper.
    For the chick and no relationship thing, I know he is punishing me for not being nice to girls. For having the smallest attention span when it comes to relationships. Feeling like I'm the better one and that they all should bow to me. I don't know how I'm going to get back into the good graces of chicks unless I have a relationship with a sea-cow; no matter how desperate I am, I still have standards, and having sex with a 200something woman does not constitute better relationship statues. I even think God can give me a pass on that.
    For work, well it's work, what else can I say?
    For my friends, I am happy for them, but I hate being that dude that goes out, being the third wheel and all. I love my friends, don't get me wrong, I just feel like I'm in the way if I go out with them. Feel like I'm holding them back from doing what they want because I don't have a girlfriend, or even in a relationship to know how they feel. I'm so alone, and sometimes I like it. Other times, not so much.
   So God, if you read blogs. I promise I will be a better man, person, being, towards the next relationship I have, get, whatever. I love my friends, please let them know that, because for some reason I think they are starting to think that I don't care for them. Finally, let something fall in my lap work wise, this job is not working out, and if read the post on the job, you would understand. Sometimes I wish I could just fade away, like no one really knew me.
 A side note, please help my family come back together as a group, not where we all hate each other and want to rip hearts out like the dude did in Indian Jones. Don't think I have neglected you for so long, I just hadn't anything to prey for, I do now, and I hope you read blogs. 

Why Blog?

Some one asked me that the other day. I simply said that it's a great way to put down what you're thinking. It's a great place to just vent your anger with out beating the shit out of some one. For me it's a hiding place. I can come here and vent with out really no one knowing how I feel. I can just simply type what I feel and how I feel about certain things. It's fun...