Steampunk 29

Moving on the starlight stage, ACT II

If you asked me about getting vaccinated, now, I’d reassure you that, no, you won’t mutate. I am vaccinated. It is now 1 day, and 3 hours, 28 minutes, 30 seconds and I don’t have gills and flippers. I don’t even have a sore arm. Or wet myself, or even a skull splitting migraine. Thank god I still have taste.

I know now, that I was overtly scared and I am sorry. I won’t pretend that I was stubborn. I am stubborn and I am sorry. Pay attention, this is the rebirth. This is the part that might change the course of this blog. I was scared to get the vaccination.

I don’t expect people to understand, but for the record, I will try to set things straight. I did it, against every cynical bone in my body that said…Fuck you, Oliver. You stand up for yourself , or you deserve to die. Well, neither standing up for myself or death happened.

A less than ordinary situation. I’m living with my Inlaws. 2 distinct family units in a 4 bedroom. It works short term, it has to. I want to save money for a house. However, our daughter will be Bat Mitzvah next year which will eat up my years worth of savings. I can’t see past the Bat Mitzvah. At least not past the foreseeable future.

I never thought that I would have to say this, but I want to start back at the beginning. I want to take you to the beginning of my newest obsession, Fear.

I am afraid. No really, I am paralysed.

I am fucked.

I have to change this negative way of thinking. It’s simple stupid. Stop being afraid. Now. Start change. Be the change. Once you are the change, stay. You can do it. This is my new obsession.