Stopgap for 2016

Last time this year (the last time I posted) I'd just had my heart broken. It's been one doozy of a year since then in a lot of regards. I don't really want to fill you in on all of it. I say you, but I know I have no audience so "you" is actually "me" and me remembers most of what has gone on, and has documented all the necessities in a journal. Sometime after that post last year I realized that, despite my distinct lack of audience, it might be in my best interest to keep things semi-private. So, now I post vague statuses on social media and talk to my friends as necessary rather than running to my blog. Small steps, I guess.

What has happened? Well, for starters, I graduated.

In a lot of ways, that's a big deal. That's a whole entire Bachelor of Science in Marketing degree I have in my name. Despite all of my confusion and misgivings, I stuck it out and was victorious. I should be proud of that. Maybe one day I will be, but as of right now I have not walked through any doors that such a degree was supposed to open. Until then, graduating is just another thing I did, and the degree is just another piece of paper.

Other things that happened are less exciting or more private. I can say that I did briefly have a pretty cool girlfriend, but I broke up with her because I'm a piece of shit. I am currently in another situationship with the girl that broke my heart last year (she somehow found herself madly in love with me once I had finally "moved on" [I clearly did not actually move on] and she's certainly part of why I broke up with the other girl). I've moved back home with my parents, a move that vexed me to the core of my being. I've made my peace with the situation for now, but I'm plotting my way out. I've had jobs, I've quit jobs, I'm looking for jobs, and should start a job pretty soon. I still can't pay my student loans. I still love the absolute sweet fuck out of strumming a six string and I'm getting better at it. Life is good. And I was right. Josh is gonna be alright.

The usual 50 points for reading this, and an extra 1,000,000,000 because you're a magical being to have found this blog. I must say, though, that existence points don't really matter anymore. I'd have to have deleted a lot of people from my imagination if I had to rely on these to keep them.

JOSH, THE SHERM