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  • Untitled – 04/12/2020

    A little late night insomniac fueled #wordporn.

    I grew up not knowing who I was,
    I grew up not knowing who I wanted to be,
    I grew up not knowing who I wanted to believe in.

    Now I grow older every day, knowing who I am
    Now I grow older every day, knowing who I want to be,
    Now I grow older every day, knowing who I want to believe in.

    When I die, I will know who I wasn’t, who I was, and who I am.
    When I die, I will know who I wanted to be, who I wasn’t, and who I should have been, but never who I was.
    When I die, I will know who I never believed in, who I did believe in and who I could believe in.

    When I’m dead, I will know nothing.
    When I’m dead, will I be remembered for the man I was?
    When I’m dead, whom will I have left an impression on?

    When I die, I will have known [nothing].

    v1© Chris Brennan, 1/19/2014
    v2© Chris Brennan, 4/12/2014
    v2.1© Christopher Brennan, 4/12/20

  • Great Questions To Ask A Job Interviewer

    We all have found ourselves in the middle of a job we ended up hating because we failed to ask the right questions during the job interview process. It’s so important to use that job interview to ask worthwhile questions of your own, think of it as your chance to interview the job. Use these to help you learn to ask the right questions.

  • No one seems my pain

    No one even knows it exists. Am I just that good at hiding it, or does every just not care? I know it’s there, I feel it every day. It’s a burden that I carry with me and I feel it’s keenest edge when I’m most alone. Lonely. I’m so tired of being alone. I’m so tired of feeling unloved. I’m so tired of being unloved. Why is this so hard? So painful?

  • Darkness

    It’s an old clichè, but an accurate one. The darkness is all I know now. I’ve known it for so long that I don’t know any different. People come and people go, no one stays. Those that came were anchors, a way for me to find a way out of the darkness, then they got scared and moved on. Leaving me in the darkness again, always in the darkness. My son is a beacon in the darkness, but he is t the way out, I fear he never will be. Not yet anyway, maybe one day. If it’s not too late.

    The darkness is all around me, the darkness fights to invade my body, my mind. I can hear it pleading to let me in, and I am weak, I will give in eventually. It’s a fight I can never win, no matter how hard I fight, the darkness is everywhere and it always wins. When the darkness wins its prize of me (and lets be honest here, the darkness eventually wins in the end), I will no longer be surrounded by the darkness, I will be the darkness.

  • Same-sex marriage is simple . . .

    “The following is accredited to an anonymous individual. I agree completely and wholeheartedly.

    OK. Look, the issue of same-sex marriage is simple. I’m tired of hearing every shitty justification against it and about how it’s a sensitive and complicated issue. It’s not at all.

    1) If marriage is a religious institution defined by biblical principles, then the government has no authority to establish marriage as the only legally recognized civil union (Amendment I – “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, …”).

    2) If the government is going to define marriage and thus the benefits thereof, such as tax rates, healthcare, survivor benefits, etc., then it cannot restrict those privileges to certain citizens (Amendment XIV – No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; …).

    So, the government is bound by the Constitution to either:

    1) Butt out of marriage entirely. Legally recognize the civil union of any two consenting adults and relegate marriage to a religious institution that individuals can enter into if they so choose. Religious groups, as is their freedom, can then define marriage and restrict it to whomever they choose.

    2) Lift the restrictions on marriage.”

  • Still trying to remember.

    I wish I could remember your name. It’s been on the tip of my tongue for almost thirty years now. You drift in and out of my dreams like a ghost drifting through walls. I would give my life to see you safe and alive again. I would give my life to have you not kidnapped, raped, and murdered. To not have your family destroyed.

    The dreams where I’m dying (to save you), (really) are the best I ever had. One of the few times where I am truly happy. All I want to do is stop him, stop him from taking you, doing those things to you that should never have been done. That asshole paid, but not nearly enough.

    I may not remember your name (and believe me, I want to!), but I will always remember you, and who you were to me.