Changing Times

It has been a while since my last Blog update. I’ve done a lot of things since then. I’ve started a new job at a larger company, moved to a city and new state, and start a new journey. I guess you can call it the season premiere of my new life. I’m still adjusting to things. As of right now, I am in social butterfly phase. I haven’t really made any new friends. Well, I’ve meet associates at work, but they don’t really count. The people I’ve come across are very interesting.

One thing I miss about my prior geographical lcoation, is the privacy. I have no privacy or silence in the city. There’s always the sound of ambulances, police cars and everything else. It’s always busy. I do miss the sound of crickets chirping at night. For me that is soothing.

While I’ve made my geographical transition, my friends on the otherhand have been involved in pretty critical changes as well. I’m helping them to cope and adapt. I hope and pray that they don’t change or drift away. One friend of mine in particular was the victim of betrayal and adultery. I’ve helping him to cope and move on with his life. Speaking of life….. I find it so interesting. You get locked in this cycle of things, but when that cycle suddently goes out of loop, you are left to pick up the pieces. I guess you could I’ve always been afraid of that, the abrupt cycle change. It’s happen to my friends and I fear that the same thing will happen to me one day. The pessimist inside won’t allow me to stop thinking about it. That day will be a dark day for me, when everything changes.

I have to admit that I do miss the library scene. At the library, I felt a sense of duty and a sense of higher responsibility. Sure I was a library assitant, but the people respected and look upon people such as myself. They felt that a person who works at the library knows all. I must insist, at this point, that I am not ominiscent, but I do have some understanding and knowledge of some things. However, the point is, I miss that. I miss helping others find the information and media to empower and improve their own lives whether it’s from reading a book about getting a GED or to reading up on local tax laws. I’ve finding myself wanting to work for a non-profit organization, whether the primary objective is to provide a public service. I don’t know just yet, but I think I will find out pretty soon. I’m seeing that the profit-motive is a greedy machine even under the corporate socially responsible umbrella.


Captain Omega