Hey, Kid.
How goes it?
Well, I hope.
Me?
Eh. lbvs.
One day at a time, yeah?
That seems to be my thing.
Love?
None of that seems interested in coming my way...
At least, not who I would like to be in love with.
You know?...that sounds so selfish.
To want someone in particular.
Is it wrong to want someone other than someone who wants you?
Isn't that just preference?
Hmm.
Why is love so complicated?
Why can't we just...find that one person, that "love of our life."
Why can't we just bump into our soulmates between 20 and 30, no matter what?
All of us -who live to that span- would be just fine.
We would all have that one...
Enough of my goofy, quixotic musings...
You all enjoy, yeah?
You, above all, Kid.
And hey...
Don't let my stoic view scare you away from love.
Love is beautiful.
Let it find you.
I have loved and lost, and it's best that way than have never loved at all.
I just want more lol.
ONE more, you know?
Bah.
See you all back here soon.
(Toggles switches and gears in the dashboard if my far-too-limited time machine.)
Beep!
Doop!
Fleeeeeeeep!
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October 25th, 2018.
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Dear You.
Busy, busy, busy.
I've been averaging about 110 hours per pay period.
Just doing my best to make ends meet. I've been working a lot to make sure our bills are paid.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can make life a bit easier in the long run.
Save.
Save.
Save.
-Dad.
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Well that one was quick lol.
Simple.
I worked as a Residential Care Worker for just over a year.
It was...wild.
I have seen and dealt with more than I can legally say, lbvs.
Sheesh.
That field is not for the weak-hearted.
I will leave it at that.
I did what I could for my Residents, you know?
I loved to cook for them, and I would do my best to cook healthy meals from scratch just as often as my time and budget would allow.
It was cathartic for me in many ways.
Getting to serve them and help them with meds and laundry, and anything else that I could, was very much akin to me doing all of those things for my own grandparents.
My Grand Mum passed away when I was but 16.
My Granddad? No Idea.
I've only met some of the elders from my dad's side of the family, and even then, I was quite young.
It was nice to have that feeling, that familiar family-like feeling.
I appreciated those folk, and I think that they appreciated me in turn.
I worked myself to the bone, man...
It was wild.
I would pull 110-120 hours every two weeks at times, and I know and see now that it was mostly just me running from my stress and loneliness.
I was madly in love alone...
Go read "Old Journals of a Millennial. Volume 1."
Lbvs.
I will see you back here soon enough, Kid.
You as well, folks.
I hope that you are all good till then, yeah?
Safe travels.
And as always:
Stay safe.
Stay healthy.
Stay vigilant.
-Redd.