AKA: Eric Waechter
Age: Somewhere between newborn and dead
Location: Tampa, FL
Marital status: Single (Please, ladies, one at a time! Or two. Yeah, two. Maybe three.)
Mental status: You gotta be effin’ kidding me
I’ve been writing for quite a few years now, more than 10 or so, some of which I’ve even been paid for. (If memory serves, there was actually one time in which I was paid to stop) This, however, is my first stab at joining the “blogosphere”. My life has been everywhere from top of the world to a complete shit-storm and what has got me through it all is humor. Let’s face it, when bad stuff happens to other people it’s funny. When bad stuff happens to you, it’s not funny . . . until later, then it’s freakin’ hilarious. I will embellish very little in my posts and the reason for that is simple: you just can’t make some of this shit up.
I’m a long time North Carolina resident with the majority of my life spent in the Raleigh area. I currently live in Tampa, FL. I moved here in July of 2014 and in the nearly 1 month that I’ve been here I have fallen in love with the place. My heart will always be in North Carolina, but I’m cheating and I don’t care.
I was a US Marine that served 4 years for the Presidential Helicopter Squadron in Quantico, VA. Someday I will be able to blog about that but I have dudes in black suits and sunglasses that hide in the azaleas outside the window that say I can’t talk about that yet, or if I do, I have to come and kill each and every one of you. Quite frankly, I’m not inclined to lean over and get the remote off the other end of the couch, so I’m certainly not putting on shoes to go do that.
I am the father of a 19 year old, son. Yeah, that’s right, I have offspring. The legend continues.
Please, folks, enjoy the blog, comment often and tell your friends!
Feel free to contact me anytime:
Facebook: Eric Waechter
Phone or Text: (919) Are you outta your goddamn mind!
Why I Do This
I’ve been asked on many occasions what possessed me to sit down and start writing a blog and in particular, a blog like this one.
The answer is very simple. It is my therapy.
My life is filled with ups and downs and I’d probably weigh the downs a little heavier than the ups. I am a child of an alcoholic. I am also a recovering alcoholic myself that also suffers from severe depression. I needed an outlet. A place to rant. To make the ridiculous events of life a little funnier just to make them easier to deal with. The inside of my head is a dark place and unfriendly things lurk there. I use this blog to yank them out so I can point and laugh at them and reduce the effects they have on me.
I’m not where I had really planned to be at the tender young age of 45 and that is quite frankly, rather emasculating.
But I have a couple of talents. One of those is the ability to write in such a way that people can relate to me, and the other is the ability to make people laugh. This blog allows me to utilize both of those talents and in return, it also makes me feel better to get it out of my head.
My recovery from alcoholism is a daily struggle. I don’t drink now and I don’t want to, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t days that I wish that I could. The impending feeling of doom from the severe depression doesn’t help that. It’s fair to let you know that I utilize regular treatment for both of these afflictions that have been bestowed upon me. There are days that are filled with unicorns and rainbows and to me they are irrelevant because the depression doesn’t care. I’d rather stay in bed, close the blinds and hope I don’t have to look at the damn unicorns. It’s not a bad attitude. It’s not a dislike of unicorns. It’s simply the chemical imbalance in my brain that causes the depression. Those days are dark from start to finish and it doesn’t matter what wonderful event is going to occur that day.
It just is what it is. I pray every day that the right drug treatment comes along that will take all that away.
That’s not to say that every day is like that, but that is where this blog comes into play.
When I post here, I am dumping the darkness out of my head and twisting it into a funny sculpture to share with the rest of the world, and that makes me feel better, and there is less darkness in my head and the periods of depression become fewer and farther between.
This isn’t just a blog about me being a whiny pain in the ass. Opticynicism is a legitimate psychological treatment.
It makes me optimistic about the things that I am cynical about. Thus, the name of the blog.
I don’t write it for you. I write it for me.
The fact that so many of you have come to enjoy it and return to read more is simply an added bonus, and in truth, makes me feel even better.
Because I know I’m not alone.
And I love you all.
And I thank you all.