Over the course of the last month several things have been going on in rapid succession that have, in many ways left me scrambled, confused and otherwise ducking for mental cover.  Primarily when events spiral out of control I find that writing is the only way to be able to sit down, structure them, and put them in a logical order so that I can understand them.  Keep in mind that I have ADD, and being a stubborn bastard I refuse to seek medication or to seek other forms of release, such as therapy.  I do this mostly because, well, I feel that ADD is part of who I am, and therefore, being a logical and reasonable person I should be able to adjust or work around it without it destroying my life in the process.  The thing about me is that, well, I want to solve my own problems, in my own way.

There are many many article ideas for me right now, and a few that are sitting on the backburner.  They will be done, I’m sure, just not sure when exactly.  When my mind is focused on too many problems at once it’s difficult for me to be able to process it all.  Like, for example, people who may be speaking to me and saying something I find repulsive or terrible won’t realize it right away because I’m still processing it, and when I finally come to a conclusion it shocks them that it was the opposite of whatever it was they thought I was in agreement with.  I take my sweet time to consider things and then when I feel I’ve thought of every possible angle, then the decision comes.

This month I almost was fired from my job.  You see, what happened was this, at some point during the week I was asked to take the bank deposit for the store, this is a fairly normal operation and usually the bank bag is placed on the counter.  In this case, on this day, for whatever reason, after I signed the bank form … I left it on the counter.   You see I had other things that they had given me to do as well, and in the process of trying to handle my other duties, I forgot that one.  No big deal right?  Just swing back and grab the bag I thought.

Well it was gone.  Someone stole it.

So yeah, I signed the bank form so guess who nearly hanged for that one?  Yours truly.