Holy crap, this is still here?

Holy crap, so I just rediscovered that Google does indeed keep everything.  The previous post was written in late 2008-ish.  It is now the bright new year of 2013! 

I guess some background.  The title, 'In due time' referred to my plan to move from home and create a life for myself.  Let's see, 2008, so I had been living at home for a year after failing out of Georgia Tech for a second time.  I think my plan was to write a "how to run away from home" guide for "misguided yet fairly affluent youth with some job skills and technical proficiencies".

I basically packed my belongings, bought a car, got a job, and found an apartment all in the span of 2 or 3 months.  Athen, late one Saturday afternoon, when I couldn't take it anymore, I packed up and left. 
I talked to my Uncle Bob recently about that time, and he said that the possibility of something like that hapenning was just unthinkable to my family. My family is Full-blood Filipino and Uncle bob is the "white guy looking in". He's actually married to my dad's sister, so he's an actual uncle and not a "tito/tita".

I'm rambling, so I'll stop here for now.  It's funny, this was supposed to be my angsty teenage thoughts and rants blog full of bad poetry angry songwriting; but I think I'll leave it as it is.  A chronicle of my life that I can look back on and either smile or cry about as the years fly by.

In due time... in due time...

As this is a newer blog, I have yet to comment on my dissatisfaction at my current living conditions. Granted, I have a better standard of living that about 90% of the world (yes, I'm talking to you, starving children in darfur) and I should be grateful; however, it is the simple fact that I am economically imprisoned in proverbially "my parents' basement" (it's actually a fairly large storage room that was tacked onto the house, so it's doesn't have adequate insulation to keep me warm at night)

[Rediscovered and Published 1/12/2013, written, sometime in 2008]

FIRST

Well, it seems I can't really stay off the blogging scene... if that's what kids call it these days. I think the allure really is that it's a release for me. It lets me unleash all the bottled up emotion and pressure that I and everything around me exert on my psyche... into a massive void with very little chance of feedback.

And isn't that what we all want? A form of expression or a method of action free from repercussion? Though, ironically, the interweb is probably the fastest way someone could find my angst... but As is life, no?

Anyway, how do I feel right now, and does anyone care?

Well, I currently feel trapped... and I have a key. But at the moment, the cage seems a lot more comfortable than the outside world. How common is that? It can be likened to the womb, where the fetus is warm and comfortable. But, it gets pushed out into a cold, bright world, and the first thing it does is slap it on the ass. (yes, that's a grammar faux pas in there, with the "it"s... but what the hell.)

I'll explain this later, and that's probably why I'm a bad blogger. You won't get to read my thoughts for another week or so. or maybe I'll be bored this afternoon and crank out a reply to myself... who knows.