The Rundown Pt. II

Where was I? Oh yes. Parents squabbling.
No they haven't divorced. In fact they still live together and are the perfect 'misery-loves-company' ad. I seldom talk to either but usually it will be mom calling about how things are going. Dad is not the type to call his son and chew the fat. He still believes he's in the mid-story section of the Prodigal Son parable.
So I started high school with a drive to learn some musical instruments. I began halfway into the first semester of grade 9 taking bass guitar lessons. After school, the mighty guitar club took place, 4 or 5 strong. Here, we would print off songs from the internet written in 'tablature', a language used by guitar players to display where to put your fingers on the fretboard. I continued bass lessons through to grade 10. Grade 11 came the demise of the band program, so I made the computer lab hate me by using their paper reserves to print countless sets of tablature to learn songs. Grade 11 also saw me start hanging out with the affectionately named 'stoners'. Despite their habits curbing my ambition to get the best of grades, I learned a lot of great bands and styles of expression from this group of friends. By the end of high school, I had become quite renowned as the guy in the lobby at lunch hour jamming and playing songs I had learned in the last 3 or 4 years. Grade 12 also saw me begin writing songs. They started out just being Nirvana mimics, but eventually the amount of musical ambition I had overcame my frustrations and inner turbulence, and I began writing in the fashion of greats like Rush, Tool, Pearl Jam, Foo Fighters, and The Tragically Hip. Songs that push the creative envelope fascinated me, and you definitely find your interests rubbing off on you after obsessing over them as I did. Now musically, you will find me blogging till the cows come home, but I should state before I undertake those posts that I grew up having country music slopped into my lap and, where I don't entirely detest it, I give no credit to the undeniable ease of writing a country song. Rock and Folk has always suited me better.
After high school I began working at Pizza Hut. Staying on with them in Prince Albert for about a year and a half, I moved to Saskatoon to live with some friends from high school. There I worked out of a delivery vehicle, learning the city as good as a city official. The business folded and I went back to Prince Albert to reconsider the move. However it was often and always realized just how mundane the town was, and after meeting someone who became very special to me (Nikki), I moved back to Saskatoon, where I've been since. Now this someone who was special to me became more a liability than a companion, due to bouts with schizophrenic breakdowns. On one of these occasions, and after many, she just left on some whim to travel to Alberta, and I haven't talked to her since. Nikki's mother used to call and ask me if I'd talked to her lately but I haven't received a call from either for more than a year. Needless to say, my psyche was shaken from being in a relationship where I'm the only stable one, and I witnessed firsthand this friend slowly becoming a problem.
Heartbreak is one way I'd describe that experience.
*deep breath*
Since the demise of that treasured companionship, I've gone from Pizza Hut to working at this greek food court chain Opa! Souvlaki Of Greece, to now being a trained professional chocolatier with Harden & Huyse, with whom I'm currently laid off for the summer.
Work aside...
In January this year after a very stressful, cold and lonely Christmas season, I found a companion again. :OD She is tall, beautiful, loves reading, and she shares my interest in songwriting, music, cooking, theater, and travel. She is also the mother of an adorable, quickly growing son, and it wasn't hard falling in love with her after spending a few weeks getting to know her right in her own home, as going-out was sorta not an option with a son to look after. Since those few weeks getting to know her, I have spent a lot of nights and days with her and her son, hoping I might become that companion in her life. We've seen a few really good shows together in that time too. She makes or breaks my day from simply being in it or out of it. I tell her often that I have envisioned a future with her and I am dedicated to being there for her if she will accept me. So far she has accpted me. :O) Even if I like Rush!
Lately the situation is that her plate is so full with working 2 jobs and taking her son to the sitters', and being involved in a musical on top of that during the evenings, that I have become an afterthought in her day. Where I understand her side, and I can see that she has no time to think about feelings for me right now, the time I've spent apart from her in the last month is the most agonizing feeling in the span of my life. If that isn't love, where it hurts more to be without her in my life than if any person in my family dies or if one of my guitars was stolen, or if I became severely injured somehow, I'm not sure if I'll ever find love. Keep ya posted how "things go" with this current emotional roller coaster of mine.
That's pretty much enough to get you up to speed with where I'm at. Any questions, comments, advice, innuendos, remarks, or slashing criticisms are more than welcome.
See you readers soon.