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Vince Guaraldi Trio
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Seeds for Thought
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Length: 3:08
My health continues to get worse despite my efforts to keep it up. It's already bad, as I was born with bad eyesight, despite spending lots of time outside as a kid, and it seems to be getting worse, particularly in my right eye, although it may simply be that they are strained since I have been on my phone too much lately I feel, and I have a bad habit of taking off my glasses when using my phone as I am nearsighted, which simply makes the issue worse. I have plans to see a real eye doctor, not some walmart quack in the future, I wish my parents took these things seriously, although it seems they only take a non chalant attitude when it's with me.
There have also been times while bathing or washing my face when some chemical has gotten near my eye, or on the sides of my eye which may have damaged it, although at this point I may simply be searching for reasons to see why my eyesight gets worse. I'd hate to go blind, but I do forget how far medical technology has come, even with very bad eyesight I'd probably still be able to see.
I am planning on buying some excercise equipment and weights in the near future for a discounted price if I can find them, so hopefully excercise will improve my health somewhat. I'm not very out of shape, and not fat, but can feel it slowly creeping up on me. I'd hate to be like some people I see in the streets, excessively obese and struggling to walk, I already feel as though I'm sick enough, born with such awful genetics.
I suppose putting things out like this, it isn't as though I'm on the verge of death, but I constantly worry if I may have forgotten something, like to take a contact out when I wear them, and if it's going to cause me some permanent damage. I wish I knew of a way to prevent these thoughts from constantly plauging my mind, it's like this with everything I do, it seems as though I always assume myself to be the worst kind of failure, and the slighest form of defeat can send any hopes I have crashing into the ground and I lose any motivation I had to try to improve or make things better, but then it all repeats once again. Maybe once I finish with school, and I begin living on my own and not with people who seem to harbor such contempt against me, despite being the only person who does things for them and helps them with things and likely spends the most time around them, I may begin to improve my mood. It isn't as though I'm a hypochondriac though, I just worry about failure too much, which includes the failure to keep up my health.
At times I do feel as though it might be best to simply stay here and let it rot me away, because of the substantial work it'd take to really establish myself somewhere. I have slight issues with collecting stuff, not necessarilly hoarding, and I imagine even moving somewhere close by, let alone across the country or state, would be a monumental effort, and I'd never use a moving company, as in my childhood whenever my family had used them it always resulted in missing and broken items, and there had been many house moves due to various factors. Although these types of thoughts quickly leave my mind when I spend some more time around my parents, which I am simply using short hand to refer to my mother and step-father both of whom have been married multiple times before, I realize that I'd likely end up the most miserable in that scenario, even if moving somewhere proved to be quite difficult an undertaking.
I suppose the vast majority of my unhappiness stems from my family and my parents, both step and biological, and the fact that as times has gone on, they seem to have evolved into the worst type of ford driver they could manage to be. I don't intend on making this a post about them though, I would imagine this is quite a common sentiment among many here, although the reasons differ I would imagine. I don't feel as though I want to die though, I have some hope things can be better for me, I just wonder how long will I have to sit around and take abuse until I can live a life where I can return to a house and have it be peaceful, and live a life peacefully as much as I could manage to do so in this collapsing society. The best solution I suppose would be to try and take more control of my life, which I attempt to do so, but I hate having to answer 100 questions every day when I don't immediately come home, since they have nothing better to do than harass me because I wanted to spend a little time outside like I'm some drug addict who scours the streets looking for needles.
Apologies for this post amounting to mindless complaining. I hope you enjoy this gift of a music. It's from my favorite Charlie Brown movie "It's Arbor Day Charlie Brown" which also happened to be Vince Guaraldi's last work at least in the sense of making music, I don't know if it was this song in particular but it was this album. It also reminds me quite a bit of Thanksgiving, for some odd reason. Also sorry for the audio quality, I need to download a better quality version but it seems to only really be on youtube, which is where I got this from. I was going to try and make a gondola but sadly I am not able to get video eiting software to work right.
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