It’s the last day of September and…

Pan statue Madrid

…I’m writing about nothing in particular. I had some ideas about diet, painting, and music. But nothing that really stuck out.

Right now, my dog’s trying to get my attention so I should throw her toy. Just a second, be right back.

Back.

I’ve been listening to a lot of 70s and 80s music recently. That music reminds me of a time when everyone I cared about was still alive. That’s one thing that sucks about getting older. You lose people one by one.

If you’re young, appreciate the good ones when they’re still alive. That’s my public service announcement for today.

Yesterday, I worked with Allie on a new pose that I found really cute. I tried doing something different with watercolor skin tones. I don’t really like how it turned out. The inking was great, but I’m not going to try that technique again.

The downsides of being a Type A person

I’m extremely Type A. A Type A extrovert to be exact. Not a stereotypical extrovert though since a lot of extroverts are insincere. I’m very sincere.

I’m also very Type A. I harbor some pretty extreme stress levels. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The downsides? Well, you may know that stress is actually a physical thing. If you don’t control it, it goes to your liver. And when your liver is overburdened, it sends the stress to some other part of your body.

That’s why stress causes everything from pains in certain parts of your body to skin troubles. I currently have the latter. I got some autoimmune problem going on right now due to my extreme levels of stress.

My skin looks like shit. It’s bubbly and it literally opens up and starts bleeding if I don’t heavily moisturize it. Right now, I don’t want to go anywhere until I get this under control. I literally can’t touch anyone or be touched right now.

I was supposed to go on two trips in the upcoming months. Unless I recover soon, I’ll have to cancel both of them.

I wouldn’t have it any other way though

This isn’t a complaint. I’m just stating the truth.

I wouldn’t have it any other way. I wouldn’t trade my life for anyone else’s and I’m definitely not going to work on becoming more Type B.

Fuck relaxing and fuck meditation. Seriously. Waste of time.

My extreme work ethics got us from working class to upper middle class and we’ll die upper class. So needing to relax more? Fuck that. I’d rather keep my ailments.

Of course there are side effects. But we only get one lifetime. I’m still going to outlive pretty much everyone (assuming I don’t die in a car crash). I’m too mean to die.

Brett Favre and fame

The last book I read? Gunslinger by Jeff Pearlman. It’s about Brett Favre, my favorite football player ever.

I loved watching Brett Favre because he was a tough mother. He’d be the only quarterback who would get in a defensive end’s face and the defensive end would back down. I loved that.

I also loved that no matter what, he’d still play. He’d take the hits and get right back up. He’d even trash talk after taking a hit.

So, he was also quite famous and quite an asshole. Drank too much. Womanized.

Some folks would be offended by all that. Not me. That’s part of fame.

Would I want it? Hell no!

I no longer want to be famous

I used to want to be famous. A famous heavy metal guitarist. Not any more. The lack of privacy no longer appeals to me.

I loved more than anything being some anonymous well off dude with his wife on a cruise ship. We’ve been on three so far, one in our 30s and two in our 40s (so far). We’ve also flown around the world and stayed in some pretty nice places.

I love the freedom money has given us. I also love the freedom of being able to go anywhere without being recognized. Nobody knows who we are. Sure, everyone correctly assumes we have money when we’re on the ships or the resorts, but so does everyone else there. So people simply enjoy themselves and not worry about shit.

Nobody’s asking me for anything. Nobody wants to take a selfie with me. And no random hot chick who may or may not have an STD wants to fuck me. As weird as this seems, that’s pretty freaking awesome! I love it. Seriously.

My wife would leave me if I had a fling. As she should. And I’d miss her terribly.

September is about to end

It’s weird being older. I remember when I was young and the years would last forever. Six grade especially. Six grade lasted for what seemed like years.

So much happened in six grade. I went from liking Journey to Def Leppard and Ozzy Osbourne. That may not seem like a big deal to you, but for me, it was epic. I became a Metalhead and never looked back. I never changed.

Also, I picked up Dungeons and Dragons which affects me to this day. That’s where I got my love for all things fantasy.

Anyways, the paint has already dried so I got to get back to painting. I sincerely hope you enjoy your Sunday.

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Roman is an artist, composer, writer, and travel junkie, and he can still throw a football

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