Rapid Fermentation

My apartment smells like Jolly Ranchers.

That's not necessarily a good thing. You see, tonight I was "shaking well" some delicious V8 V-Fusion goodness, when... POP!

Not only did I scream as if I was watching a red wedding and my heart skip a few beats, but there was Acai Mixed Berry something EVERYWHERE. And then I go through the Kübler-Ross five stages of grief in approximately 30 seconds:

1. DENIAL: What the F just happened?!
2. ANGER: I'm going to sue Campbell Foods.
3. BARGAINING: What if the bottle was facing my eye?
4. DEPRESSION: This isn't going to clean itself up.
5. ACCEPTANCE: Life goes on. 

I've got a lot going on in my life right now. No more than a lot of other people, most likely less. I've always had a problem dealing with stress, but the one thing I lose sight of in a sharknado (yes, when it rains, it pours sharks in my life), is that I always make it through. Life goes on.

Running has been a GREAT stress relief for me. Yesterday, when I was thinking about an impending job move and debt and coordinating transportation to a funeral, I decided to just run.  And 30 minutes is all you need. There's nothing like pounding the pavement to shake off the feeling you might have been poisoned.

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8/1/2013

Today is one year from the day I left him. Another setback for the 180, seeing that I actually went a complete full circle... the funeral mass happened to be in the one place I haven't set foot in for exactly one year. Borough Park.

Borough Park was an interesting coordinate in the map of my life. Moving in was the most exciting thing I've ever done. I'll never forget searching for apartments together, or the signing of the lease that I thought was with my roommate for life. I would come home to him sweeping with a huge, goofy smile on his face, just because he "wanted to keep the place nice for us." And I would go grocery shopping and easily drop $100 to supplement the pounds of meat he would consume, yet finally felt fulfilled because I was capable of taking care of someone. But it didn't take long after the custom-ordered couch and wood panel blinds were delivered that the rose colored glasses turned to defective transition lenses.

And each day after that continued to suck the life out of me until I had nothing to look forward to on my walk of shame back to our place but the marble countertops. I call it the walk of shame, because I had to literally walk back with my head down since I couldn't make eye contact with any of my neighbors. I was trapped in a cultural divide, as he was sucked into the zombie land of his profession. I had more cabinets than things to store in them, but my heart was bursting. I was a Stretch Armstrong reaching further than my arms could possibly extend, and he was a rare Quackers (without wings) Beanie Baby with a tag protector that I could never touch.

So yeah, today sucked. But every day is a realization that I am better now than I was before. I mean - if you like it, than you should have put an onion ring on it...

"I am better than I was yesterday, but not as good as I will be tomorrow." - UNKNOWN