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Captain Chuck's Kampfe
A Study in Dynamic Mediocrity and Finding People who Don't Suck.
Happy phucking birthday. 
14th-Jul-2005 10:35 pm
Max Headroom
Well, 41 today.
Let's review.

-- Istarted out thies moring before oing to the hospital having one fried tell that she believed I thought she was friends with her only because eof my money.

-- I am still bleeding from JT attack here the other night.

-- read the previous two or three entries and jump right into my nightmare.

-- just got done talking to jt again, but i am justt out of fight.

-- i now nfeel totally isolated from MK.

-- for my birthday i got aq cheep bottle of saki. that's all wwe couild afford afteer sending a opresent to a friend who richly deserved it..

-- i am almost getting lost iin my own house. I am having periods wheere i get total confusion,

--- i should not care. i should not. it caan only lead to disaster.


now i fear i am the one on the airplane..

happy birhday, chuck..,.no one gives a damn. time to fade away.
Comments 
15th-Jul-2005 07:22 am (UTC) - My 2 Cents.
Anonymous
I've known you for 2 years? or 3?

Happy Birthday. Sean's Dad and my Grandfather were also born on the 14th.

Reading your past few entries I found somewhat interesting. I notice that you see all of your little tiffs and problems, but fail to do anything to sheild yourself from the thing that does the most damage to you at all - which is yourself. I'm not saying that every morning you hop into the tub to curl into the fetal position and slash at yourself with your wife's razors. You create this entire pseudo world on the internet and let it interfer with your real, every day, "three-dimensional" (As you call it) life. I think this is the real hazard you face. Although it is true, that everyone on here is a real person with real problems in our own little corner of the globe, it doesn't mean that you have to care as much as you do about it. They don't live near you, they don't come over to look at your Christmas tree every year, and they certainly don't sit in your Gazebo with you on the fourth of July sipping on lemonade.
I would make a pretty good bet that you spend a lot of the time that you're not on the computer, thinking about things that you do when you are on the computer. I have noticed that not many of these entries talk about anything really physical in your life, how your kids report cards were, your wife's pretty new dress, this funny show you saw, or how the guy down the street backed into your mailbox. Where's the mental preoccupation with the things that you cabn physically see and touch?
When it comes down to what really matters, those are the things that are really, REALLY there for you in life. We aren't the ones everyday dealing with your condition, every moment. We aren't the ones having to make sacrifices to know that you'll be around for another year. Because of this I think that you need to focus more on what does. I'm sure that your kids are on summer break by now, why not go do something with them? Make ice cream, watch a movie, sit outside in your gazebo and watch them attack eachother with super soakers only to pull out the hose yourself and totally annihilate the winner with a spray they weren't expecting from goold old dad. I wanted to say more, but I'm tired now.
15th-Jul-2005 03:32 pm (UTC) - What the ??
Anonymous
If memory serves, I wished you a Happy Birthday yesterday. I tried to brighten your day. Upon reading your entry I noticed not one comment about it. I also noticed nothing about my visit last month. You seemed so glad to have me out there, I thought for sure there would be SOMETHING. Anyway, I'm sorry that nothing more was done for your birthday. I wish I could've spent it with you, sitting in Val's Place, getting toasted. I remain always, your friend and little sis.
16th-Jul-2005 02:29 am (UTC) - I don't understand
You feel totally isolated from me? I don't get it. We've chatted every single day... I waited until just after midnight to be the first, or one of the first, to wish you a happy birthday. I sent you an ecard, and later, when I awoke on your birthday, I wished you a happy birthday again. (Again, not to mention the chatting...) How can you say no one cared? How can you make us all sound so heartless?
16th-Jul-2005 03:04 am (UTC) - Re: I don't understand
My Dear Chayam,

That is why this is so awful for me. All the things you did were absoltely wonderful and infinatly generous. This litteraly scares the hell out of me. The neurologists told me this woulod start happening. They tried to explain how, but, to use your title "I don't understand." Although this may be a viable reason, it is BY NO MEANS AN EXCUSE for mistreating good people. Therefore I appoloigize emphaticaally to you and others. This blog is also going to part of my memoires that will be handed over to my family after this damned disease kills me. I want them to understand that I wasn't any sort of superman, quite the opposite actually. Even to the extent of careless cruelty that I did to you. I am so sorry.
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