Busy day and delay-ish-ness

So, I was planning on doing this early, but then I got involved in some busywork that while tedious needs to be done.  So late blog.  But at least I'm writing.

So, since my roommate is getting married and I received the news, I have been taking steps to prepare myself for the eventual move out that I'm going to have to make.  And while I understand that it's not for quite some time yet, planning ahead never hurt anyone.  Most seriously in this case.  I'm also realizing that the cost of living is ridiculous.  I've increased my hours at work to an even 40 (and it got approved) so that's more money, and I'll be getting a raise (and finding out how much by the end of the week, hopefully), and submitted my name for a slightly better paying position but one that's casual in nature.  Unfortunately, it looks like that's not going to be enough for me to be able to live on my own.  For a couple of reasons.

One reason being that I own a dog.  Any place that I could feasibly rent for myself (cheap studio apartments) don't allow dogs, and any that do are at least $200 more expensive because of dogs, with an additional $25 as a pet fee.  And that's just additions to the base rent which is usually $400+.  The second reason being that I have made some poor choices in the past and I have a feeling that the results of such choices are going to render me unable to rent anywhere.  Which means roommates, which isn't all bad, truth be told.  Finding one, that's the kicker.  I guess I'm just a little down because I don't make enough to support myself.  Adulthood is dumb.

I've recently (possibly because I've been depressed about the current state of my adult existence) been thinking about how I relate to people and who I decide to interact with an why and etc... That being said I recently had an exchange with someone that I considered a friend on Facebook (which is totally the place for intelligent discourse and completely comprehensible conversation) but his pompous wordy method of communicating notwithstanding, I was left wondering (after I unfriended him) if the reason that I don't have time for such convoluted discussion is because I'm concerned for my survival.  I mean, I remember having spirited debate in college about obscure topics and philosophy and ideas and all that, but I don't do that anymore.  Did the glamor of pontificating about the nebulous finally wear off in the bleak face of adulthood survival?  I don't know.  I guess, or maybe I'm being melodramatic.  Wouldn't be the first time I've been accused of that.

So being that it's nearly 1 am, and I have to work tomorrow, I will leave you with this article.  I've been feeling similarly for a long time now, which is why I can't really throw all my support behind the It Get's Better campaign.  Because it may get better for some, but where are those people during the daily torment.  Sound bites are all well and good, but when faced with the harsh realities of life, sound bites ring hollow and empty and leave people with echos of dreams that they won't see for a long time. 

Ok, there.  I'm done.  Perhaps happier things next week.