Road to Right: Justin’s accountability tour

 It’s the best kind of therapy. I currently don’t have any experience with physical therapy but everything I’ve heard about it is that it’s a necessary evil. Counseling or behavioral health therapy is an uncomfortable but ultimately beneficial practice. That said, ink therapy is the best. Like counseling it’s a little uncomfortable while you’re going through it but at the end you’re left with some sick ass tattoos. Bonus points if you’ve got a talkative artist, there’s some opportunity to vent out all your shit and get a 2 for 1 experience! Let’s be honest, your boy definitely needs some counseling in his life but for the present, the ink therapy experience last week was top notch. I’m returning to sleeving out my other arm, this time in black and white and including nerdy shit from all of the IPs I fanboy out for. Other than that man last week was painfully boring. The torn ligaments kept me from lifting and rolling and i don’t really have anything to fill that time with besides L...

Yeah so my knee exploded. That’s what i told the ER doc, after seeing the ortho specialist she postulates that i either sustained a micro tear or strain to my MCL in the initial injury at BJJ so Thursday while i was mowing my lawn, when i stepped it fully tore or something along those lines. I dunno, all i know is i took one step backward and heard a pop and went plummeting to the earth. This is what i get for trying to complete chores. See being injured really sucks for someone with regular stressful influence because you start the day at a net negative. I’m trying to stay positive and do my dailies but minor annoyances are now major setbacks and major setbacks are devastating. I’ve considered sending my Xbox controller as a fastball across the room at my dogs multiple times and for those of you who have met Loki yes he deserved it (i didn’t but fuuuuuuuck me did i wanna). Everything is hard: laundry, feeding the dogs, cleaning, popping down to the corner market, shit hurts. I’ve got ...

 I feel like as this project continues I’m naming my entries the way that emo bands of the oughts name their songs. The only difference is those guys weren’t bound by the necessity to have the title relate to their song but i kinda do. Sometimes barely, sometimes on the nose, but it always is relevant in some capacity. Right so another week of retiree life in the books. Due to the knee injury i didn’t lift and i didn’t roll which really tested my mental fortitude. You ever have those days where you say something to your dogs at 2pm and realize “holy shit, that’s the first time I’ve spoken out loud in over 24 hours”? Achievement unlocked. The job hunt continues, next weeks installment will get into my new daily goals but i didn’t have that instituted last week so it was effectively a very long staycation. I’m not currently at a place where i can enjoy idle time so I spent most of the week thumbing through my address book looking for possible referrals to give me a leg up on the comp...

 You guys are collectively assholes, you know that? As of late I’ve been feeling real down in the dumps, the novelty of being a civilian wore off so quick i feel as if i didn’t even enjoy it as the excitement swiftly transitioned to stressful fear of failure and lack of employment. Add to that the physical pain of straining something in my knee last week which put me on a sabbatical from lifting and BJJ and you’ve got a rather unhappy wreck of a Justin. But you fuckers never fail to pick me up and guide me in the right direction, you never fail to offer a hand or compliment or praise in the most dire of moments which ignites the fire again. You sit there in your homes, reading the verbal vomit that is this blog, and make the best out of whatever shit sandwich I’m eating at the time and keep me from rolling over in defeat. I don’t deserve my friends and family, the immovable and unbeatable foundation upon which my anxious house of cards stands. Thank you, ya pricks. So yeah strained...