Hello all,
After reading my friends blogs over and over, I have decided to start bloging myself. I think this is a time of crossroads in my life, therefore, a great time to start writing down my thoughts, my aspirations, my loves, and my dissapointments. A place to be honest; a place to show the world pictures of myself and of my heart. This has been a tough period in my life, in fact, the last two years have probably been two of my worst years in memory. I think that I have had time this year to analyze my life more than ever. To see what are my worst qualities and which ones are my best. Presently, I am more busy that ever. I am taking 12 credits in a 30 credit computed tomography program at Central Georgia Tech, working 40 hours a week at Southern Regional Hospital, and trying to lose the weight that I have gained over the last 18 months. So with all that on my plate I have little for else.
If this is the case, then why do I constantly find myself thinking about love? About lost or past loves. Why do I feel lonely? I am on the verge of my 26th birthday and yet to have had a substantial relationship of any kind. Its not like I am unloveable. I would like to think that I am attractive…. i have had 10 “relationships” in the past two years…. I am told so every day that i am attractive. At work, in the street, in the bars, in clubs. . . Perhaps its inherent qualities I possess that disable me from relationship? I do recognize, I get scared of relationships. I’m sorry, I just don’t want to get hurt. I know they say that it is better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all. I disagree with this statement. Why would you want to put your heart out there, only to have it shattered into pieces? I have enough problems as it is. I know people say that I am dramatic, so what? Drama follows me. My hearts desire is to be in a stable monogamous relationship, and happy with life. I know that right now that is not meant to be because I am not happy.
Which leads me to my next point. My habitual lying. I think I have a lying problem, but it has only been recently that I have discovered that my life, at least the last 5 years, have been a complete lie. Every other statement out of my mouth is a lie. So I will vow to not lie in this blog, to lack pretentiousness in my writing, to strive for humility, and to discover who the real me is. To blog about my habits, my experiences, the way I view the world, and the way i fail to view the world.
Soooooooooooooooo, my first blog will be about my family. If you have read this far, you will already have preconcieved notions of what my family is, where my parents are from, what they do, etc etc. Well keep reading…..Since we are on the subject of honesty, this is the real them. My real family. I do not have three siblings, my dad is not from France, and my parents are not the same age.
Profile: Dad : Hector Morin
occupation: Grounds crew for Delta Airlines (Washington Dulles)
age: 52
children: me
place of birth: Coachella, California
origen by parents: Mexican and Spanish
Although Morin is a French last name, its origin is unknown to his side of the family. The majority of my dads siblings are either dead, in jail, or drug addicts. From what I know (I have very little contact with his side of the family), his two sisters are somewhat normal….I speak to his mother about once every other year…have never been close to her, nor do I care to… My father met my mother in Panama when he was in the US Army. He has never been to college and speaks a limited Spanish. He is not glamourous but has a noble heart. We had a terrible relationship growing up, which has hurt me much and had many negative reprucusions on me…it has both hindered me and plagued me….. but overall I love him. Financially he has always been there for me and being that I am his only child gave me everything (materially) that I needed. I dont remember him hugging me, telling me he loves me, nor going to any tennis matches of mine.
Profile: Rosario Morin Batista: mother and my bestfriend
occupation: works for a printing company
age: 61
children: Enick and myself
place of birth: Panama City, Panama
origen of parents: Panamanian
Currently my mother is battling cancer, which we pray to God she will survive. After she passes I will pass soon there after. My mentality is that she is pretty much all i have in this world, my bestfriend. I will have no reason to live after she passes. Either I will die of a cardiac problem, or I will be institutionalized. Mark my words. . . She has been through a lot, and had a 15 year old child when she met my father. Thats my brother Enick, we call him Nick. He has four kids aged 15, 8, 7, and 4. The last child is a boy, and my favorite. He will be a womanizer when he grows up. I love it….my maternal grandma is my second favorite person in the world…we have a special connection and I love her greatly….her real father left when my mom was very very young, her “step” father is Galileo…. a raging alcoholic that drove my mother and my aunt Eli to leave the house as soon as they were old enough… he is still an alcoholic and my grandmother and him are still together…..he is a humble man, brilliant when he is sober…. hurtful when he is drunk….
Me: Francisco Batista Morin (my legal name) . . . The Jose was b/c of my patron saint. not legal!
occupation: radiographic technologist/radiographer
age: 25, turn 26 nov. 1st
children: none that I know of
place of birth: El Paso, Texas
origen of parents: Panamanian/Spanish/Mexican
I consider myself Panamanian b/c I lived there and b/c I am a citizen of there as well. I identify with life there, the culture, and some of my happiest moments have been there. I am a citizen of the united states by birth…..I love France, French culture, and have fallen in love with the impossible in France. I would do anything to live there, inlcuding prostitution. Just kidding. But I love Europe, the idea of living there, being with a European. I find them to be more romantic and educated that Americans. I currently work a 36 hour weekend, and 8 hours during the week. Apart from the 18 plus hours of clinicals a week. I graduated from Mary Washington College in Fredericksburg VA with a Bachelors in Sociology, concentration in Spanish. I then joined the Air Force where I went to school for radiology, was horoably discharged in 2005 when I came out (long story and another blog), and finished out what little school for that I had left at Northern VA Community College….got my associates in radiologic sciences…. I am in CT school now…..I learned French…. So slowly I move on..
I have accomplished a lot, despite being undisciplined and despite having many personal and emotional distractions. Nobody can expect much from me. So all this psycho babble shit about not adding up to enough is really not for me. I am the marsha fucking brady of atlantic station and sometimes I just want to kill myself
hahaha….ok, that was a quote….and dramatic…not really what i feel….but I do feel like I am slowly moving along in life. Although its taking me a little bit longer….Things take me a little longer than my peers….
Overall, I am not a very happy person right now. BUT, i hope that one day I can accomplish peace and enlightenment….love and happiness…. I believe in Jesus, the Holy Catholic Church, God… so its not that…. I deserve someone great, because in my heart, I am a good person….despite past infidelity issues (which I am done-zo with), I have always done the most and given what little i could…..but how can you give a heart that is completely broken?? not possible….. therefore, right now its good that i am single….
I will keep a tally of hookups here as well!! For the week: zero!! hahahaha, its the first day of the week! weight: 176… emotional status: pensive but hopeful….
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Posted on October 17th, 2007 by David K.
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