Serial Blogging...

At this point you might be asking yourself, "Why do I want to read a random passage about nothing that was written on Halloween night - possibly indicating and almost proving that the author of said passage is a complete loser with absolutely nothing better to do?" How's that for a run-on? The truth is that I had a revelation about 15 minutes ago. Well, not really a revelation, but something karate-kicked me in the brain. However, this entry will be a little random and scattered as I am getting up every 45 seconds to answer the door for trick-or-treaters. This is pretty characteristic of my personality anyways - for those of you who know me (and now, for those of you who don't). This brings us to my first thought:

Why do I live in the middle of suburbia? I am the most misplaced soul in my neighborhood. Every household on my block is the apparent, sterotypical American family. I live in Plum Creek. That being said, those of you who live in Kyle probably know exactly what I mean. In fact, you would think that my house would be the LAST house a person would pick to ask for candy - not because of the neighborhood, but because of me. I'm the lonesome soul with the shaved head and ear-rings that keeps to himself. Nobody knows anything about me. When I die, they'll probably expect to find a freezer full of human heads, skeletons, evidence that I had OCD and materials to make a bomb or something...

Tangent - Wow! I just answered the door for a trick-or-treater and met this kid's father. I used to work with him about 8 years ago. Go figure, work at a job you hardly remember, 40 miles from your house and the guy ends up living in your backyard.

Back on track - Being misplaced. What constitutes this? Is it by how I feel? I feel upside down, not like myself. Not depressed - but disappointed. Why? I'm getting old. I'm young, but I'm getting old. I want to settle down, marry, have a family and offer something stable for my son. I know it's not according to my plan, but God's plan. So is it wrong for me to be upset? Am I being selfish? I guess I feel upset and guilty - or am I upset because of guilt. Maybe it's karma. Everything I said I just wanted, I've only really wanted for about a year. Is it all the years of renouncing this that is punishing me? Just wondering...

Meeting people: How do you do this? Bar-scene? No. I think my neighborhood is out of the question... Church? Oh yeah, that's good. Go to church to get hooked-up. Any ideas?

The problem: I've done everything I've wanted to do. I've done all my partying, my drinking, etc. I am perfectly content staying in, cooking dinner and watching movies these days. I still like to go out occasionally, but tell me where I can find a female my age that would be able to handle that... Maybe I need to marry a 60 yr-old women that has the same interests as me. Granted, the marriage would only last about a decade due to life expectancy...
So what now? How do I alleviate this existential funk? I read the good-book. I try my best to apply it to my life. I pray. I keep up on my hobbies. Yet, nothing has helped me. Not that I'm looking to the point that I'm blind, but I hope the solution presents itself before I marry my job.
I've said it before and I'll say it again - Someone prove me right!