Thursday, June 13, 2013
Uggghhh moment
So I'm at Wolskis Tavern the other day drinking a Lakefront Fixed Gear. Some kid with a hipster mustache comes up to me and says "I made that beer, I brew there". I told him it was appreciated and I enjoy Lakefront beer very much. He wouldn't let it go, though, and couldn't stop beating it over the head that he was a brewer, what an art it is, like I should be giving this guy a handjob or something to show my appreciation for this pint that I hadn't really planned on having anyhow.
You have to think that he does this at a lot of bars, and it makes me feel sad and weird.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Well, hello....
I don't write anymore, and I feel like this makes me an asshole. I'm not, though, seriously you guys. Guys meaning whoever reads this dusty ol' thing. I do need to start writing again, because I've had no release or self-reflection, and for the most part I'm kind of a lonely lady and need to put thoughts somewhere. And by lonely I mean anti-social because I work with people constantly, and I want to be alone when I'm not working, and this in turn in a catch 22.
So basically what I'm trying to say is that I'll stop ignoring you, little bloggie-blog.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
MSN -> MKE
So this crazy thing happened three weeks ago. I moved my belongings and my life to Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
"Were you sober, Stephie?"
"Did you make another bad, impulsive decision?"
"Are you running from the cops?"
These are all fair questions. God knows I'm not known for thinking things through and doing the right thing very often. However, I'm pretty certain this is one of the best decisions I've ever made for myself.
Don't get me wrong, I miss Madison terribly. Not a day goes by where I feel somewhat homesick. I don't know many people here. I've had to find employment on my own, without the reference of someone else in town. I've gotten lost, gone days without eating, and had panic attacks. Then I realized, I've done all those things in Madison at some point, too.
It's a funny thing, how convenience and familiarity can cause people to take the beaten path, to settle, to feel safe. It's a natural thing. I've never moved, really. Not since my father helped me move my things into my dorm room ten years ago. I stayed in Madison and fostered good and bad relationships. I've wasted years where I could have been productive. I've been lazy and self-destructive. I feel really terrible about it all.
These past few days, I've felt like I'm finally doing something good. I'm getting out of the house and exploring. I'm developing a good idea of how I should be living. I may not be making a ton of money, or have an entire community of familiar people around me. But it's making me a little tougher, and I think that's good.
It's about time.
"Were you sober, Stephie?"
"Did you make another bad, impulsive decision?"
"Are you running from the cops?"
These are all fair questions. God knows I'm not known for thinking things through and doing the right thing very often. However, I'm pretty certain this is one of the best decisions I've ever made for myself.
Don't get me wrong, I miss Madison terribly. Not a day goes by where I feel somewhat homesick. I don't know many people here. I've had to find employment on my own, without the reference of someone else in town. I've gotten lost, gone days without eating, and had panic attacks. Then I realized, I've done all those things in Madison at some point, too.
It's a funny thing, how convenience and familiarity can cause people to take the beaten path, to settle, to feel safe. It's a natural thing. I've never moved, really. Not since my father helped me move my things into my dorm room ten years ago. I stayed in Madison and fostered good and bad relationships. I've wasted years where I could have been productive. I've been lazy and self-destructive. I feel really terrible about it all.
These past few days, I've felt like I'm finally doing something good. I'm getting out of the house and exploring. I'm developing a good idea of how I should be living. I may not be making a ton of money, or have an entire community of familiar people around me. But it's making me a little tougher, and I think that's good.
It's about time.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
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