Post by Vitalia Isabel Lupo on Jul 16, 2011 2:26:13 GMT -5
( entry #1 - 5085/07/16 )
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In normal circumstances, I wouldn't keep a journal or diary or anything, but I fear my thoughts are becoming a bit too much for me to deal with them myself. So, I have decided the best course of action was to actually write them down and get them out of my brain. Hopefully then I won't be distracted when I am on the job. Though, I honestly don't know why I call what I do a job since I don't get paid. Heck, I barely know how I manage to travel as much as I do besides taking money from a few jobs and for others, just taking money from the dead people I run into. And, oddly enough, I run into a lot of dead people. I fear it may be cause they failed to solve their own mysteries in time. Life is after all a ticking clock waiting to blow up on everyone with one mystery after another and that is why I do what I do, to keep those poor people alive a tad bit longer until their next mystery rolls in. I don't know why, but most people don't see life like I do, they just see it as a bunch of random events reoccurring over and over again. Or, to some, just an annoyance that should be swatted away. Don't they understand how life works? I may not fully understand, but I do know it isn't random. Everything happens for a reason and I found out several of those reasons on several occasions. Just last week I solved a case about why a man's wife divorced him! And quickly found out that he had actually been talking to a woman, that is far better than his wife, that actually likes him and he was completely blind to it! It was only after his wife divorced him that things began to come into perspective, well, shortly after his sadness went away. I suppose my entire rant here just says that everything happens for a reason and I proved that many times.
Yes, I realize that I am not actually keeping track of what I do in a day, mostly cause I don't need to, I just need 'someone' to talk to. I don't know what it is, but talking to actual people makes me nervous. I mean, last time I tried to talk to someone, I nearly puked! So, I guess I'll just stick with being distant and unemotional when it comes to living beings. Makes my life easier. Though, I can talk to a robot perfectly fine...what is up with that? I suppose though, just another mystery in my life, just what I need. Welp, I guess I should get to bed now since it is practically two thirty in the morning and I need my sleep to find someone's cat. Yay.
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