As New Years approaches I can't help but think about things I have done in the past and what my future might hold.
I have done some bad things in my day, man I would wish to change them but who would I be without them. I do want to make amends for some, and others I feel less bad about.
When I was in Junior High I was given $50 to spend at the fair. I said I lost it (in the piano) and was given another $50. In reality I didn't lose it and after the fair I took the bus to Maplewood Mall and bought computer games.
I once got caught shop lifting from Sears. I had rode my bike there after school the previous few days and had stolen a computer game each day, but this day I got caught. I had to do community service at the rec center down the rode, and I spent most of the time reading a book in the office. I read the first two Ravenloft books (geek check!) there.
Speaking of books, I used to shop lift books. One day I missed the bus for school on purpose and took the city bus downtown to catch a second city bus to school. While there (downtown) I went to the library and borrowed some books. I them went to a B. Dalton bookstore and stole 2 books. Then I went to Walden Books and stole 2 more. Then I went to Shinders and stole 2 more. I had books in my bag, books under my arms and books in my pants I think! I had a dozen novels when I got to school, all AD&D novels, and all were read within 2 weeks.
I used to read a novel a day while I attended high school.
I once pulled into a parking spot at Como Zoo and was yelled at by a dad in a car who said I stole his paring spot. He was there with his family it looked like, and I was 20 and with my two best friends at the time and their two girlfriends (of which I had not one). I laughed at the guy as we walked into the zoo.
I once had a threesome with two girls. They smoked "ecstacy" cigarettes and made out, letting me join in after a while. It was a fun night, and I drove an hour each way for the experience.
I once drove two hours to hook up with a divorced woman who, when I arrived, had let her ex back in and was making out with him. I turned around and drove home, another two hours on the road.
The first woman I was with would now be 52 years old. That's depressing in many ways, and I don't feel comfortable listing them all here at the moment.
I once had a threesome with a girl and a guy. He was with her while she was with me, hence the twixes never twained. You know what I mean.
Once I smoked so much weed that, when I left my friends house, I had to stop maybe 2 miles away and rest. I sat in a Cub parking lot for at least 45 minutes listening to the radio in 100° summer heat, sipping on a bottle of water, waiting to be sober enough to get on the freeway and drive home. Home was grandma and grandpa's house, so being sober might have been a good idea even if I wasn't driving.
I once tried to hook up with a woman by telling her my grandpa had just died. It didn't work.
When I found out that Kinsey's mom was pregnant, I wanted her to have an abortion. I didn't like her at all and wanted no connection to her. It wasn't long before I realized how wrong I was and how important Kinsey was to me, and I regret ever thinking about such a thing. It makes me realize that you can't ever know what will happen in life, but nothing so extreme ever needs to happen. I wanted so badly to get away from a situation that I wanted to kill someone I didn't even know, and because it didn't happen I got to know that person and now can't imagine my life without her. (I have told Kinsey this)
Recently I was pulling out of a parking spot at a local Goodwill, the parking area was very small and it was narrow getting out. A woman parked where she was nearly blocking me getting out, in a spot that was not a spot. I rolled down my window and told her that it wasn't a parking space and she was making it more difficult for others if she parked there. She didn't seem to care and asked if I worked there or something. I said no and told her she was being inconsiderate. I got a bit shaky for some reason, nervous even, and ended up blurting out that she was an inconsiderater bitch. She didn't like that and we yelled at each other for a good 30 seconds before I drove off. I felt bad afterwards, and I don't know what got into me. I certainly wasn't in the Halloween spirit that day.
I'm starting to feel like Earl with his list. I think I have said enough here, for now. There are things I am proud of too, maybe I should be thinking of them for New Years. Things I am glad happened, things I made happen. I'm sure I have some of those.