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12 October 2015 @ 01:55 pm

And so another era of radio silence. This particular site may have lost whatever blood was going to it, but I still feel the need for some kind of outlet. Something broader, something I can throw out there, regardless of anyone everything actually seeing it.

Today, I need it's help to figure some things out.

I resigned from my job in July. There were many reasons and I share some of those with others. Ultimately I've come to realise that I've never taken any risks, and I feel like I'm stagnating. I have a little money, so I've decide to take some time and figure out what I'm actually doing.

I've pursued  two main approaches. My original focus has been on a teaching English diploma; with an eye towards finding work while travelling abroad. A very logical and ambitious goal for me. Early on I maintained a huge amount of enthusiasm for this project, and I've been taking it very seriously. However, over time the process has become more and more of a drudge.

The qualification is earned through completion of two online courses and 20 hours of practical classroom experience. I managed to negotiate six months to complete everything - I've passed the practical component and completed 60% of Course A. The online parts involve units followed by 'Progress Checks' followed by a handful of 'Checkpoints' (essentially exams/coursework for the relevant units). I've halted at Checkpoint 2. Yes, they are challenging and require you to knuckle down a little more, but everything you need to pass them is in the unit materials. I just cannot motivate myself to push on.

You can plow through the units themselves very quickly, but I've increasingly found the process more and more unsatisfying. Yes all this work could lead to something amazing, but one problem I've always had is pursuing things that could take me away from where I am rather than work on who I am. Even on the other side of the world, I'd still be carrying me, and this realisation is unsettling.

I'm in my third decade (or Ryan 4.0 as I pretentiously consider it) and I'm yet to figure out what I want. All I know is I struggle with ties - good or bad, everything is shackles. Right now I want to play by my own rules, I want to focus on what I want and only satisfy obligations to myself. I've done a great deal of work the last few years: learned a lot, tested myself, achieved many things I would never previously believed possible. But I can no longer ignore that the enduring thread has been, for longer than I care to dwell on, that I am miserable and feel empty inside.

At the risk of turning this into a therapy session, I've been through some pretty fucked up shit. There are many many people who have it way worse, but for my part I don't feel it's unreasonable to note that I've had more than my fair share. For so long now I feel like I've been bleeding out; head up, marching on but increasingly limp.

The second approach has involved film. For the longest time after university, I did nothing related to film-making. Eventually I began writing CD/gig/book/film reviews for a sadly defunct magazine called Nocturnal. Recently, thanks to contacts made during that period, I've become typing for a website called Filmwerk. Unpaid work but well worth it. I get to see movies for free, at home and at screenings, many in advance of their theatre releases. I'm making contacts and it's exciting to see where this could lead.

Alongside this, I'm involved with a film podcast, the first episode of which will be released soon. I also want to make my own videos/podcasts/features, for which I've created my own site (Violet Cause). This all ties into the conundrum of my life right now - I previously had a stable job, a career, one which I was pretty good at. I was making a living but increasingly felt like I was imploding. I could pursue a career taking me abroad but to do a job I'm not especially energised by. Then I could pursue things which tap into what I love but offer little or no security.

This isn't an uncommon puzzle, but I have to be conscious of the fact that I tend to detonate when things feel far beyond my control. Basically I need to find reasons to keep this thing going on my own terms, because I want to keep going.
 
 
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07 July 2015 @ 12:01 pm
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11 May 2015 @ 11:03 pm
For the mean time I'd expect many Wanda Maximoff/James Spader appreciation posts in this journal. Avengers 2 rocked my socks.

 
 
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09 May 2015 @ 12:01 pm
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Ryan
06 May 2015 @ 08:36 pm
Put simply, I don't understand why I did it. I don't understand what's happening to me.

Earlier my GP asked if I was depressed. Honestly I wasn't. I most definitely did not want to return to work, so that's something to stab at. But as my mother pointed out, I've been coming home from work for weeks, stating how I'm enjoying bookselling again. And I have been. However none of this changes the fact that there's the parallel dimension - this alternate universe within my head saturated with white noise and hyper-thought and erratic compulsions.

I've been drinking more and more. Self-medication is the prevalent term I believe. The sense of release, the comfort; but also the trangression. Acting normal, functioning while under the influence. What's fascinating/scary is that I can go off piste stone cold.

I call it the "Cold Flame". Inside of me there's this energy; something wondrous and beautiful and beneficial. But its most definitely a dangerous gift - sometimes my mind works every angle, turning things over and over and over and over. Simulating things which have happened, haven't happened, could happen, can't.

My eyes glow. Flames emanate from my hands. I'll look over my shoulder and converse with my thoughts rather than merely think them. We are an army a million as many as your own (though there is sometimes sedition in the ranks). That "crazy" guy rambling to himself on the street? Hello. There's a little more subtlety in my discourse, but if the lift door opens at the right time I'll be there running my nails down the walls; clutching my head and waiting out the latest cacophony.

You may hear "We" instead of "I."

I register people's eye movements, lip twitches, the way they shuffle their feet or move their arms. The thoughts, concerns, opinions and emotions of others flood torrentially into my mind. I'm not deluded or arrogant enough to claim telepathy but hey, just because you're not a bat, doesn't mean you can't hang upside down.

The other thing about Cold Flame? There's colours inside of you too.
 
 
Current Music: Emilie Autumn - Shalott
 
 
 
Ryan
05 May 2015 @ 07:45 pm
Not much festivity or joy here - I took an overdose of lorazepam on Monday. I'm home from hospital, had blood tests and here I am now with no fucking idea what I'm doing.

I just feel like there's this innate, semi-automonous drive to crash everything I've worked so hard for, for so long. Apparently you sometimes have to tear everything down.
 
 
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09 April 2015 @ 12:01 pm
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06 March 2015 @ 12:09 pm
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