The weekend is coming and I know a big change is coming for me as well. I can’t say “what” or “how” I know–but this feeling is never wrong! I started working for the Texas Department of Criminal Justice in 2006. I went there because I wanted to make a difference and since I have left it, I’ve been told that I have, so leaving it made me feel a lot better about my decision to leave it. When I became a supervisor it wasn’t long before I saw problems with the pecking order on my unit. Therefore, I have no regrets.
When I was younger, I hid in my room a lot. I didn’t go out as a teenager much (if at all) and when in college, I wasn’t that much of a social creature either. What made me that way is a long story which I won’t go into, but I avoided theaters and concerts for the most part. I did watch old movies with my father or my mom…To me those films represented an era that I could only ever dream of being a part of. My childhood was a rather turbulent one, which I won’t detail here–but it led to my attitude.
I was keeping company with my teachers more than my peers because, quite frankly, kids my age drove me nuts. I could not see the logic in some of the stuff that went on as far as my peers go. Besides I hated cliques with a purple passion. Therefore, I kept few friends and I trusted very few people. I don’t get invitations to class reunions either because I became more free with my opinions. I do not think anyone is better than anyone else, but I detested how they formed cliques and treated others who weren’t “pretty” or “athletic”–and was quick to let them know it…
I was also bullied quite a few times. Once by a coach who made a comment about how women don’t “usually go around shooting themselves because they don’t want to mess up their looks”. The whole class waited for my reaction since I had just come back after missing school due to my stepmother committing suicide when I was 14. I damned near quit school then. Had my dad been less stubborn about wanting me to finish, I would have quit rather than deal with anymore BS. They said this coach was out-of-town and such so he just wasn’t informed, but he worked for DPS in a neighboring county–where her body was found–so I find it hard to believe to this day sometimes. However, me being me, I dropped it and took the high road–literally. I picked up my pen and furiously created more worlds and killed more bullies there than anyone would ever want to know about. I also ended up in the counselor’s office for things I’d pull or write…
I goto picked on all through school and took the high road. One day a boy in the Junior class saw me writing furiously and asked me “Who are you going to kill today?” Look at this pic below…I swear it’s how I looked only I had black eyeliner on too…I simply looked at him rather coldly and said, “I dunno…Maybe you.” Five minutes later I was in the counselor’s office again. He laughed because he knew I made that kid sweat bullets. He also saw through my front and knew it was my way of telling them all to screw off. Anyway here’s the pic:
And people I grew up with wonder WHY he didn’t like for me to go around ANYWHERE when payday hit! In 1981, he wouldn’t even let me go see “Chariots of Fire” so like a bonehead, I sneaked out at 8 o’clock–when he passed out…I went to the mall of Abilene and blew my paycheck on clothes and he never noticed. I stayed pissed for three years because he wouldn’t let me go see the “Rocky Horror Picture Show” or “The Sex Pistols” too…AC/DC was definitely out of the question…To him, they were all devil worshippers…Hmm…I was a devil myself when I got mad back then. Read the bullying blogs about what a few girls and I had to deal with and how we stopped that problem for us…
I wasn’t a violent kid, but I knew when and how to fight back. I stayed reclusive for years. I went to church and went home. I didn’t go to theaters or anything for a very long time after graduation. I may have went once or twice in the 80’s and once in the 90’s. I hated “Star Wars” but loved “The Wrath of Khan“. In fact I think in the late 80’s or early 90’s I saw “Pet Cemetary” at the insistence of my ex. I never went again after that unless nagged and for those I slept through them and pissed my sister off. I love her but I hated theaters. They are just too damned loud most of the time. Now I carry cotton to put in my ears. I can hear it in normal mode then…Here are a couple of stills from the best damned movies from the 70’s that I did go to AND liked:
Well as I said, I skipped Chariots of Fire in 1981–the year I graduated from High School. I went to college and marched in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade in New York City that year. It was also when I got to go to Radio City Music Hall and see what was behind the Christmas pageant backstage–live animals and such. I then realized that the trip was for the sponsors and not us…We were told that we had to go to some other attraction. I said, “Screw that! I’ve been up since 3 a.m., marched that parade route in 18 degree weather twice and have been out all damned day! I’m going back to the hotel first chance I get!” I ducked away from my group near the hotel and started to double back. I bought a pretzel and asked a woman where I could find a place where it was nice and quiet. She pointed to St. Patrick’s Cathedral. I promise you I stayed in that slice of Heaven for an hour. I missed my hiding place on the roof of the garage where I could stare up at the stars and just simply wind down. I was also very, very tired.
I went to the hotel and went to my room and crashed. None of the chaperones or the band director realized I wasn’t there. 😀 I got back home 3 days later and was relieved to be there. Shopping at Macy’s and such was fun, but I just wanted to go home. My birthday was November 25 and I wasn’t home for that either. After that–I went right back to recluse mode. One might think I’d have enjoyed that experience being out in “the world” for once, but I still feared dealing with crowds and such–and made myself go. I was pressured to sing in choir too and hated that. I don’t know why, because they liked it, but not me. I almost ran off that year to California to join a punk rock band.
Instead I went through 2 bad marriages, had 3 kids, got a degree, etc…I also became worse when it came to being reclusive. I trusted no one–especially NON family members. In 2006 I went to work at a prison…Strangely enough, I felt “safe” there. Why I do not know. I had a knack for calming offenders down and dealing with some BS. But I realized after becoming a sergeant and a failed relationship that I was slipping back into my recluse mode. I wouldn’t even go home when I was off. I hated being around people. I still have trouble with it. My sister and my mother can’t understand it, but my Grandmother did. I told her EVERYTHING…Now she was gone.
Anyway I got bored to shit one night. I was going bat shit crazy at 3 a.m.–working out and such. I got to thinking about things I used to watch when I was a kid and started surfing the internet. I came across hulu.com and Adam-12…I got a kick out of watching that. Then I started playing around looking for more shows I watched when I was a kid. I saw “Dark Shadows” on there. I didn’t realize I’d clicked on a remake, and almost started to surf again, until I realized the first episode was a movie. I couldn’t freaking believe it! This show was DAMNED good! Then I started paying attention to the cast in it…I noticed an actor named “Ben Cross”.
I talked to an old classmate on Facebook and asked her if she ever heard of this guy–like a dumbass. She said, “That’s the guy in “Chariots of Fire”–you know, that movie our group went to see at graduation and your dad wouldn’t let you go so you decided to be a shithead and go to Abilene without us?” My first response was “The What of the What?” because I called her while I was half-awake.
“Oh…Yeah…I remember now.” I told her. I only preferred older movies until I saw this. I felt–and still feel it was well acted and such and it reminded me of other stuff I would watch–even though I wanted to kick Angelique’s ass–and always did–even when I watched the original in kindergarten. I viewed her as a bully. I still do. Ben made Barnabas bad ass! As much as I loved Jonathan Frid as a kid–I really liked how he made his version of the vampire a bit more realistic.
From there a chain reaction began. I later found his Facebook page. Then I saw a link to a site on his page that said “flaurena” and started getting jewelry from there. It didn’t click that this was his daughter at first, but she made pieces (custom pieces) for me that reminded me of where I came from. I began looking into my family tree and my Native American heritage as a result. Hell I think she probably knows more about what I’m thinking than I do when I get her to make pieces for me! Here is picture of one of them: