Negatropolis

Everyone is drowning in a pool of unhappiness, except for me. And it hard to watch everyone you know drowning, but that is one pool you don't want to jump into. And I am trying to pull people out, but when there are like so many people, what can you do? I was talking to a newer friend of mine last night, and he has really hit rock bottom of the emotional suck fest. And all I found myself saying was that life is full of choices. You can choose to turn everything around, and make dramatic changes in attempts to turn your life around, you can just try and forget about it, and keep living life exactly the same, or lash out in anger, but no matter what sometimes you just need to bleed. You just need to let yourself show the weakness, and cry. But now I am disagreeing with that. But I could never tell him how I really feel, because sometimes white lies save lives... But really, I am trying to fight my negativity, beat it off with a bat, I'm just not letting it take me over, and its working. So I really think it's about the choice you have. as a soul. As a human, you feel the pain and tries to rap it's arms around you, but your soul can fight it. And I think that is a great exercise for your soul. 

On another note, to lead to more unhappiness in quite a few people's lives... May 22, the close date of what has become something of a second home to me. Starbucks at Howdershell and Dunn. Store 9957, I remember my first times in there as a "Frappuccino drinking freak" and now as a recovering caffeine addict, and as a beloved barista. I will miss the respect that you get from people when you say, "Yeah, I'm a barista at Starbucks." Most of all, I will miss the love hate relationship I have developed for that place. I have learned SO much from that place. And now my time there is done. And even if I transferred to another store, it wouldn't be the same. Chances are I wouldn't be with half the people, who are now my family, whether I like it or not. Today will be a hard day to get through without crying, and May 22nd, it will be inevitable. Much love home of duckies, baby dino's, honey combs, unicorns, "uhns", long talks about sex, and the lack there of in my case, rinsing out poop infested toilet scrubbers, crazy children and devil glitter shoes, window squeegee, whip cream sandwiches, "chicago meat palace" nights, cleaning up spills, being put in the sink, being put out the window, dancing/fighting in the parking lot, my first trip driving in the snow, divorced parents, lindsey/almost lindsey days, Chris, Phyllis, JM, Amanda, Connie, Jamie, Amie, Tina, Rhi, Lori, Lindsey, Horse F***er, and Me-Short Round, Baby Dino, Not Lindsey, ALMOST Lindsey, Turtle Weener, Katie Pants... God I'm gonna miss that place.