2010
This was Lisa's idea. She wanted me to 'get out my feelings.' She says that if I keep everything bottled up, it'll affect me in the long run. I don't get all this 'talking' bullshit. Just because I don't like to whine about my problems, doesn't in anyway mean I'm not dealing.
It was the same with Sam, Always trying to get me to spill some secret he felt I was keeping. He's not around to annoy me anymore, and yeah, it sucks, but I made a promise to him, and I'm good to my word. I'm doing what he asked, I'm living my life. I mow grass, go to work, I drive a truck for Christ's sake, the impala stays in the garage, this life isn't for her.
I don't know how this Journal thing is going to work out. I feel like I should be writing about book club, or what new recipe I'm trying out. Men don't write Journals, and if we do, they aren't Journals, they're logs. Hunting logs. Inside we place notes from the things we kill, we don't talk about our feelings.
That's enough for today, I need to go do something manly, Drink whisky, watch the hunting channel.
Dean.