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More Life Changes and More Unknown Future

Six weeks shy of my 9-year anniversary with an employer, I was laid off back in 2016. 4 1/2 months later, I began a new job.

Now, last week, again completely outta nowhere, I was called into my manager’s office where I was informed that I was being laid off, effective immediately.

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It’s yet to set in overly much; immediate necessities have been set into motion and addressed.

Something’s different this time around; I can’t really put my finger on it.

It’s discouraging…maybe all the more because I was told it wasn’t something I myself had done or had not done. At least if I had done something, I’d have something to work on improving.

But I’m not putting stuff out here much beyond what I’ve already said.

Still, it’s a significant "life event," that I fear exemplifies "the new normal," where instead of one being able to just get a job, give their all and loyalty to one company, they’re just signing on for some temporary-yet-indeterminate time.

Much as too many comics have been: instead of going indefinitely, hundreds of issues in a run…now most comics only go so long before being put on hiatus and then renumbered as a new run.

Blah.

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Another Hour’s Come

“We all change. When you think about it, we’re all different people all through our lives, and that’s okay, that’s good, you gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be…”

lifeofwalt1to100smallI’ll admit it: watching this year’s Doctor Who Christmas Special nearly brought on tears. Had I been watching alone, I imagine it would have succeeded. But that’s not the focus of this post.

Of all the poignant things said, from Eccleston to Tennant to Smith and supporting characters throughout…this hit really close to the heart.

Who hasn’t felt like different people through the years? All the phases of life, the periods of trials, tribulations, joys and frustrations. Not so much the randomish ups and downs, but those extended periods of time.

If life were accurately represented in a comic book series–that is, one’s life individually given a comic book publication analogy of sorts–it’d be like all the Marvel and/or DC reboots and such. lifeofwaltbgsustudent061The continuity might remain the same, but the numbering is new/different, and the creative team might shift.

I was one person through maybe 4th/5th grade. Another those years through the end of junior high. I was another person in high school…maybe 2: one most of freshman year, with a transformation that began in the final weeks that year hitting that summer between freshman/sophomore years.

I was another person the summer between high school and college, and by halfway into freshman year of college I was yet another person. The summer between my sophomore and junior years I was another, and then Autumn 2001 saw me become yet another person for most of that academic year and into the summer after. lifeofwalt100I was a ‘new’ person from the week before my senior year began on through the next autumn before a short time as yet another person in early 2004.

There was another life from going off to grad school in late August 2004 through to 2007/2008; and I’ve felt like a different person these last few years.

Truthfully, lately I’ve begun to think that it’d be rather ideal to be able to “regenerate”–to maintain memories of everything that’s come so far, but to have a new start, a new/different personality, etc. Yet much as I might desire certain things to change…I suppose I’m afraid of what must happen to usher in such change. And who I am now, whoever that is–“I don’t want to go.”

100 Months of Life

If my life was a comic, it would be The Life of Walt. Following the trends of the time, the series would have run #1 through whatever, rebooting with a new #1 and subtitle when I went off to college in 1999, as The Life of Walt: BGSU Student. After a short few years and second subtitle The Life of Walt: BGSU Alumni, the series would again reboot for my going off to grad school in 2004 as The Life of Walt: Kent State Student. Following graduation, instead of another renumbering, the series would continue on, and starting from grad school, December 2012 was month #100.

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I started creating these images partway through grad school, and enjoyed doing so enough that I backtracked, finding older photos to go back from #19 to #1, and in the years since have kept up–for awhile month to month, and “catching up” once or twice a year the last several years.

My dilemma now is: I hate the constant renumbering in contemporary comics, yet #100 would be approximately #384, so January 2013 could simply be #385, and go from there.

Whatever the case–the “covers” above are all distinct images with full-size counterparts on my computer and personal facebook account.

I was inspired by the cover gallery of all the ‘regular’ Amazing Spider-Man covers shown in Amazing Spider-Man #700 several weeks ago.

Change, potential change…fiction vs. real life

multiverseinfiniteearths One of the great things about comics is the ability to follow these characters through short OR long periods of their lives. We’re always following them through all these huge changes. Loss of loved ones, of jobs, of homes, of lives. They’re in constant upheaval.

People come and go in their lives. Peter loses a wife or a girlfriend or a best friend. Clark faces the fact that a childhood friend wants more of him than he can give. Bruce sees his son grow up and leave his shadow. Hal loses an entire city.  So many others.

But life–real life–doesn’t move so quickly. We can follow a person’s life for years, generations even, in the realm of fiction. "Here comes tomorrow." Stories of time travel–to the past or future. Glimpses of what may be–or what might have been.

Real life–that can only be experienced in real-time. Now-time.

I’ve read comics for most of my life–and all of my adult life.

But for all outward appearances–whether it’s really me, myself…or a front I may (or may not) subconsciously put forth…

There’s no denying the difference, that which is found between fiction and reality.

Sure, one could lose one’s self within the realms of fiction–outright abandoning of reality. Or one can marvel in it, find a great deal within the realms of fiction–and in so doing, learn more about one’s self, that which is truly real.