{"id":187,"date":"2004-12-06T19:35:32","date_gmt":"2004-12-06T19:35:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/newblog.odedsharon.com\/?p=187"},"modified":"2004-12-06T19:35:32","modified_gmt":"2004-12-06T19:35:32","slug":"","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/newerblog.odedsharon.com\/?p=187","title":{"rendered":"Irregularities"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My life is full of irregularities. Always is and always has been.<br \/>\nThey manifest themselves in diffrent shapes and sizes. But one thing is certain, i cannot obtain a routine for too long. It just doesn&#8217;t happen to me.<br \/>\nI like routine, most of the time, but I also my spontanious nature don&#8217;t allow me to have one.<br \/>\nI guess i&#8217;ll probably be bored if my life were truly routine, like many other people i know who live a  routine life.<\/p>\n<p>The most obvious example is my sleeping schedule. In the past two weeks, i&#8217;ve been sleeping 5 hours and then 12-14 hours intermidietly every two days. Today was the 14 hours sleep day. tommorow i&#8217;ll probably won&#8217;t be able to catch more then 5 measly hours of sleep again.<br \/>\nThere are noumerous disadvantages for it, starting with the fact that the hours i&#8217;m awake occur during nighttime, and don&#8217;t allow me to partake in certain activities, to certain tasks, and talk to certain people. I&#8217;d preffer to wake up at around 12:00 and not 18:30. that&#8217;ll happen tommorow, probably when i&#8217;ll sleep 5 hours.<br \/>\nI might wake up earlier, but it will also leave me tireder&#8230;. Such is the cruel sleep cycle i&#8217;m in.<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll work on chaging that.<br \/>\nI still need a bigger hard drive, and now i need one bigger then ever. I also need some more computer supplies, and maybe it&#8217;s time i bought some of them. Like, a scanner, and a Video-in capture and display card.<br \/>\nI also need the money to pay for those, and not having a job means i don&#8217;t have any income, and thus no money. The sad note is that when i&#8217;ll have a job, I won&#8217;t have the time and luxury to do the things i plan for those new hardware additions.<\/p>\n<p>I need to play a game. Reut Sorek gave me her copy of Tex Murphy &#8211; Overseer, which doesn&#8217;t install on Win2K. Googling up a solution didn&#8217;t turn up as well as i accpected, and form what i saw, anyone who tried asking for help got answers like : get WinXP or Install Windows 98. nothing helpful.<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll keep trying, but i think i better find a new game to play first. But for that i might need some free hard disk space. which is a problem until i get a new hard drive.<\/p>\n<p>\nOn a completly diffrent note, I had the most disturbing conversation with a girl from the internet who i&#8217;ve only known through chats in ICQ. She was depressed about breaking up with her boyfriend (which she only dated of a measly month). I know she had her share of problems. Her cousin died from a bike accident not long ago and she&#8217;s still affected by it, and she also don&#8217;t like going to school all too much (i remember how that was depressing for me). <br \/>\nLast night, i was about to leave, but had 10 minutes to spare, and i saw her online, and decided to say hello. She told me about her break up, and that she&#8217;s had it with life, and that she took a bunch of pills, and it will end her troubles.<br \/>\nAt first i didn&#8217;t know how to react, so I continued talking as if nothing was wrong and as if she was kidding, I said stuff like, i need to go, and like I&#8217;ll talk to you in about 2 hours. So she said she won&#8217;t be here in 2 hours. and that she&#8217;s already getting drouzy. So i told her, so not in two hours, I&#8217;ll see you tommorow, and she replies that I can only see her in the sky tommorow.<br \/>\nI couldn&#8217;t help myself but thinking what if she actually took some pills and she&#8217;s gonna die ?<br \/>\nAnd that i didn&#8217;t do anything to stop it ?<br \/>\nAfter a long 30 hour which included a lot of exclamation marks, she agreed she&#8217;ll go and throw up for me.<\/p>\n<p>My thoughs afterwards were that maybe it was only a cry for attentoin and she didn&#8217;t take any pills or nothing. But i could stand the though of her actually do taking pills, and that i&#8217;d end up seeing her name in the obituaries.<br \/>\nI did feel a bit good for being able to (at least theoretically) help her. Even if it might not have been help her out of killing herself, i sure know i helped her out of some depression. And it counts too in my book<br \/>\nI used to like helping people, but it was always about people i care. I don&#8217;t know why she can be considered as someone i care about, but maybe just knowing her through the ICQ means i care not to lose a contact. I don&#8217;t know. The internet causes all sort of screw up problems.<\/p>\n<p>I suggest everybody go see or remember the scene with the homeless guy from &#8220;Groundhog Day&#8221;.<br \/>\nAlso, Having someone talk about suicide, the day after you see the movie &#8220;What Dreams May Come&#8221; can be really bothering, having that movie deal with Death and Suicide.<\/p>\n<p>I got an ICQ from her today, which means she&#8217;s alive, although it only said that she won&#8217;t be online today.<br \/>\nIt also said &#8220;Thanks for yesterday&#8221;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My life is full of irregularities. Always is and always has been. They manifest themselves in diffrent shapes and sizes. But one thing is certain, i cannot obtain a routine for too long. It just doesn&#8217;t happen to me. 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