Welcome back!

Quoting the late Robin Williams (from the cake face scene in Mrs Doubtfire), “HELLO!”

Once upon a time, I ventured into the blogosphere. I managed to create somewhere along the lines of like 30 posts over a year or so, but I didn’t pace myself well, and kinda burned myself out on it. Life got in the way, and I just plain forgot about it. Well, I guess I’ll try again.

So, let’s begin with an introduction (or re-introduction, as the case may be).

As you can tell in the blog title, my name is Ray. Native of California, I moved to the state of Utah just after high school and have lived here ever since (god only knows why). We’ll save my thoughts of Utah and its predominant religion for another post. Thankfully, through the wonders of technology, I have been able to reconnect with familiar faces from high school, most of whom I haven’t seen in nearly 30 years. I did have the extreme pleasure of seeing a couple of my old classmates on a family trip to California in the summer of 2017 (Karen and Kerrie, I loved seeing you guys again!) It’s a pity I didn’t get to see others, but many are scattered about the country—Seattle, Ohio and Pittsburgh are a couple of places I can think of off the top of my head. Many are still in SoCal.

Anyway, as far as personality goes, I am extremely, nearly 100-percent introverted. I have my very, very rare moments of extraversion, but it takes a lot out of me. Social situations are difficult for me. I tend to be rather awkward upon being introduced to someone, and don’t even think about me going up to and talking to someone out of the blue. That might explain why, throughout school, I never had any close friends to speak of, nor did I ever hang out with anyone. As for dating? HA! I was WAY too shy/timid to ever try to ask anyone out, though I had my crushes. I just kept them to myself 😭. Well, that and I, to this day, have this fear of rejection. Ugh.

Part of this extreme introversion is not desiring to engage in small talk and tedious conversation, especially with someone I don’t know. Now, if I am comfortable with someone, I do open up more. I think I really have them fooled at work. I can be rather loud when I want to be.

Now, growing up, I was raised in the Mormon religion. I shan’t go into details about beliefs and whatnot, nor why I have pretty much disavowed myself from it. I do believe there is some kind of organization to things. Whether you want to call it “God” or other name, you do you, boo. Read your scriptures; choose your afterlife and your desired spiritual guidance. Anyway, anyone who was acquainted with me in school knows I always kept to myself. In adulthood, some of my filters have gone away. When I do express myself, I don’t measure my words. If I feel the need to swear, you’d better believe I’m going to say it. Well, there are a couple of slurs I will never use, out of respect, such as the dreaded “n-word” or “c-word”. I’ll say “fuck”, but those other two, no. Of course, at work, I’ll tame things down when a customer can hear, or if the district manager are there. But, under my breath, I’m cussing everything out 😂.

I used to be rather open in my dislike of Barack Obama and his administration and policies. I used to debate politics to an extent. These days, I avoid it as much as possible. I will say this: there is so much divide it’s insane. It’s like you either love Trump, or hate him with a passion. The middle ground is nearly non-existent. Here’s my two-cents about Donald J. Trump: I can’t put him in a certain number in ranking of holders of the office of President. I will, however, say that he is not afraid to speak his mind, though his incessant use of Twitter is nauseating. I don’t follow him on any platform. He’s a douchebag and trashy. He’s a nasty, disgusting 70-something old man. He talked a big talk during the campaign, but has he delivered? I really don’t know. He is seemingly ostracizing this country’s staunchest allies, while embracing “enemies”? Frenemies? Fox News was once his lap-dog; many people on there are even starting to have buyers’ remorse. All the other outlets (ABC, NBC, CBS, CNN, etc) seem to be out for blood and want Trump booted. Politics is so messy now, I’d just as soon not dirty myself with it anymore🤮.

Family-wise, I got married 21 years ago. Not exactly the smartest decision I ever made, but from it, I have four kids I love very much. One girl and three boys, ages 19 (well, practically), 16, 13 and 09. They’re what I don’t regret from this whole marriage saga (we’ll save the particulars for another time, maybe). Suffice it to say, it’s not well at all, and divorce is imminent. In fact, not much is impeding it from happening. Like I said, though, that might be shared at a future time.

Musically, I’m a mixed bag. My dad would not allow anything but country in the house; to him, the older the better. I can’t stand the newer “bro-country” stuff out there. Nor do I care for this new pop crap. Whoever the hell some of these people are anymore. I can’t even name the singers/bands anymore. Mostly I like the stuff from the 80s. You know, Weird Al, Journey, Mötley Crüe, Black Sabbath/Ozzy, Air Supply, Dead or Alive, Wham, Alabama, Sawyer Brown, Toby Keith, Garth Brooks (technically 90s, but old-school), Rick Astley, etc. Okay, some of the newer stuff is okay. Mostly garbage, but some is okay—just some.

Where do we go from here? No one knows. The road of life has many twists and turns. Life has a way of sneaking up on you, kicking you in the nuts, turning you over and fucking you dry (no lube, no kiss, nothing), then picking you up, dusting you off and sending you on your way, like nothing ever happened. Life should be arrested for assault and rape. Time passes, we all get older, TV gets more weird, Hollywood gets more wacky, and, in the words of the late George Carlin, society circles the drain, the circles getting smaller, tighter and faster. We’re all here for the ride. Buckle up and hang on. Take off your hats and glasses, folks. It’s gonna be a bumpy one. Never forget, though, in the midst of all the hell and chaos of this world, I desire this for you: Be safe and be well.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s