Nothing of Merit

Seriously, I have nothing to say.  I am merely posting to get in the habit of updating twice a week.  Bought my air tickets today for my trip to California and I await my departure.

Not being employed is starting to take its toll, though.  I am tired a lot and find it hard to keep focus with any kind of regularity.  I don't know how these hyper-productive types do it.  I can barely finish one project, let alone twenty.

Bah.

I am still character designing for my soon to be released web-comic.  Inspired by "Waiter Rants" writer Steve Dublanica, I am going to make it about my time in the restaurant industry.  Mostly it is a critique of how the people at the top rarely do the right things.  Stories of... (sigh) I can't do this today.

I feel creatively sapped.

Ok, topic at hand.  I didn't really want to write about this, but... For the past week there has been a hard luck couple staying at our house.  They are both very young and have two children.  The guy is 23 and his wife is an exhaustedly plucky 18.  Their misfortune began in high-school when she became pregnant and was recently volleyed with the birth of a second child.

Like a lot of people in this economy they are in a tough situation, but it is multiplied by being new to married life and having two young children.  The father, Jason, has had a hard time finding any kind of work and the mother, Samantha, showed up at out house exhausted and mildly malnourished.  Since they have been here, they are at the very least in better health.  We are happy to help and it is actually nice to have the kids around.

Jason, however, suffers from the problems many men in this generation do.  He seems to be unsure of how to be a father; more specifically he is following his fathers lead.  He isn't that attentive nor is he helpful to Sam when she needs or ask for help.  It really makes me look at myself and consider the decision of parenthood.

I don't want to be the kind of dad that has to be confronted by those around him to shape up.  I want to love and tend to my kids needs at all times.  I don't want to be the only one that doesn't realize that I am a bad father.

My thoughts are swimming right now.  I need sleep.