I have finally migrated my website to a new host: SiteGround. I’m pleased so far. As far as I can tell, it’s significantly better than GoDaddy. My domain is still registered through GoDaddy, but I’ve had no problems with that. Only their hosting.
So, this blog that you’re viewing is no longer located at
lizzylee.net/blog, it’s just the default homepage in the root folder. Whoop!
A few days ago, one of my close friends and coworkers Stephanie and I went for a drive, and we stopped at a couple places for a quick hike. First, we stopped at Prattsville, NY and checked out the Pratt Rock. Then, we found a waterfall on Route 42 just outside of Lexington, towards Shandaken.
I have finally posted all my previous poetry to this blog now. A good ninety percent of it is shit, but there are a few diamonds in the rough that I’m proud of. I’ve posted everything so you can see how I’ve grown, or how someone can go from writing beautifully one day to writing like crap the next, or because I just can! If I had to choose only the ones I liked, I might be missing out on one that someone else might personally enjoy, or maybe I’d only post the really bad ones and no one would see the actual good ones. So, I’ve posted all, with the exception of a few that I wish would just burn in hell, haha. Enjoy.
There’s no better way to realize how rough your life was at a certain point than to read the overwhelmingly depressing poetry you crafted at that time. A lot of makes me want to go back in time and smack younger me. I was so pathetic when it came to boys. I fell head-over-heels so damn quickly, and I thought each and every one was the one, my one true love. Not that I’m awfully different now, but at least I have more of a stable head on my shoulders. At least I’m not as depressed now as I was then.
I do want to make it known that without my friends and family, I wouldn’t have made it through that time in my life. My friends were my rocks, and my parents were the safety net that I could always fall into if I lost my balance. I knew that then, and I know that now. So, just a low-key shout-out to everyone in my life then and now. There’s not a thing I wouldn’t do for them, and I hope they know that.
Am I the only one who isn’t fond of GoDaddy’s hosting service? I guess there’s only one real complaint I have, but it’s one that they haven’t fixed for years: WordPress blogs hosted with them are ridiculously slow. I’m so irritated that I’ve spent the past ten years hosting with them. All that money means nothing to them? This Christmas, when my plan is up, I’m hoping to switch to SiteGround. Since it’s my parents who pay for this website (as a recurring Christmas gift), it’s up to them. Had I the resources to pay for this on my own, I’d make the switch automatically. But it’s currently out of my hands, unfortunately. Fingers crossed my father agrees with my decision! Then I’ll actually be able to update this site as I’d like to. Because right now, the only thing stopping me from developing this site is the irritatingly slow page load times.
After finishing season one of Riverdale, which was absolutely amazing, I’ve found inspiration to write again. Watching the show sparked an idea that I’ve played with for the past several years, and I’m revisiting it, but actually writing it down this time. It feels amazing to write again, and to write something I feel passionate about. The feelings actually feel genuine, and I’ve thought the story through so often that it’s flushed out enough to the point where it’s easy to write. God, this really is such a perfect feeling.
Thank you, Riverdale. And thank you, Cole Sprouse. His character, him as an actor, is what sparked this inspiration. Well, him and his brother Dylan. Okay. Particularly Dylan. He’s the namesake of one of my characters, actually. Even though I’ve used that name before. I changed the last name! Haha. I just love the name Dylan.
Regardless, expect to see a new story soon. Hopefully I finish it in the not too distant future!
I’m pretty sure I suffer from some form of depression and/or anxiety. I’ve previously been diagnosed with dysthymia, which is a chronic form of depression. The way it was explained to me is if depression is a wildfire that can be seen from the helicopters from high above, raging and so obviously destructive and hard to control, then dysthymia is a brush fire, something not so easily seen but still damaging when left unattended. And I definitely have some anxiety. I get so overwhelmed by everything I have to do on a daily basis, such as basic household chores and checking the mail or voicemail, that I freeze. I avoid it. Even bigger things, like checking my bank account or renewing my insurance, I freak out over. It’s not that I can’t handle it. Sometimes it’s as easy as just clicking a button. But the more I think about how I have to get it done, the harder it is to do it. And it’s not like I can get help, because that requires doing something, and even when I go to make that phone call, I freeze.
But the one thing I can do is get up and go to work every day. I don’t know why that isn’t a hard enough function, but it isn’t. You would think that if anything, that would be one of the hardest things. But no. It’s harder to check my voicemail, something I can do from my bed, than actually get out and go do work. Maybe it’s because I don’t hate my job. It can feel stressful in the moment, but as soon as I clock out, I’m fine. Everything rolls off my shoulder. I don’t wake up every morning with anxiety about the day like I did with my previous job. Sometimes, I actually love what I do. I hate the store, I hate management, but I love my job. So maybe that’s why I’m able to get up and go to work when even washing a dish seems like an impossible task.
So maybe I don’t understand this because I like my job and I’m not severely depressed, but I can’t understand how people let their depression hold them from working. Someone close to me has been out of work for the past month because he needed to take a mental break from everything. So now he’s living off his mommy’s money while he just sits on his couch, playing Xbox and Runescape all day. And he doesn’t even live at home. And this isn’t the first time he’s done this. And he’s not the first person in history to do this. Maybe it’s a good thing I don’t understand how someone could do this, because it means I’m not at that point where I can’t even provide for myself. And even though I have a hard time doing anything, it eventually gets done when the anxiety of the repercussions of it not getting done trumps the anxiety of actually doing it. I always eventually get to that point. So maybe I’m just lucky that I can work things out on my own, and that my depression isn’t as bad as it could be. And it’s not that I’m judging everyone else. I know everyone’s got different shit in their lives and their minds aren’t the same as mine. I think maybe my problem is that while I understand that fact, I’m not entirely able to fully see things from their perspective.
I’ve been busy! There is some new content here. The poems, some of those are genuinely new, written rather recently. A few of the poems and the stories, I wrote them some time ago, but they’re new to the Internet. “Pride or Desire”, “Dreams”, and “How to Move Back” are micro-fiction pieces. They’re all under two hundred-fifty words! “Assumptions” and “The Car” are just pieces I wrote for classes a few years ago, but somehow never added. I’m mildly proud of them.
The poems, I’m happy with a few of them, but one in specific I wrote for an ex I’m no longer with, so reading it makes me want to vomit. It also makes me wonder where the fuck those feelings came from. The other two new poems, they came straight from my heart, and again I’m mildly proud of them. I hope you enjoy them.
I have a coworker, who works at the customer service desk, who insists she is better than everyone else. “I’m too smart to work here,” she continuously says. If she is, then why does she work there at Mall-Mart? She also goes on and on about how stupid all the managers and other associates are. Well, if she thinks she’s too smart for the job, then she must think they’re the appropriate level of intelligence for the job; so why is she complaining? Clearly she’s not too intelligent or she’d be somewhere else. She also complains that the place is making her sick, and her medical bills cost her more than she earns by working there. More reason to quit. And the thing that irritates me most about her incessant ranting is that she believes she’s smarter than me. Sure, there are dumb people there at Mall-Mart, but I am not stupid. I just don’t know what I’m doing with my life yet (and I also have a relatively useless arts degree) so I am there, earning money at a job I actually don’t hate until I figure shit out. Does that make me stupid?
I purchased a netbook today for a ridiculously great price at my place of employment. Like, the kind of price where you’d think about it for the rest of your life if you didn’t capitalize on it. I might not have needed the dumb little thing, but I couldn’t pass up the offer. If it turns out I don’t like the dumb thing, I can sell it on Facebook for much higher than I bought it. Like, I could turn a profit on this thing! But I think I’ll just keep it. I kinda like it. I love playing with new electronics. As an Electronics Associate, I am definitely in the right place. If I were in any other department, I’d probably hate my job. And if I had shitty co-workers. But I have great co-workers and I love technology, so I love my job.