An aura of menace and gloom

At the gym tonight I ran into LaPasta, a younger fellow who quit where I still work over a year ago.  I didn’t know him too well but we’re friendly enough and could joke around, then and now.  

LaPasta had the balls to quit without saying a word or calling in, good for him.

We discussed “old times” but it was obvious at the end that I’d brought him down a little.  After he disappeared around the locker room corner I began shouting, “My life is a warning!  Don’t screw up!” which got a laugh.

It is within the realm of possibility that I really am surrounded by an aura of gloom.  My father had the nerve to describe it as menacing, which (naturally) pissed me off.  
While I’m against victimhood in principle, there’s something to be said about being the product of your environment.  My present situation is humiliating and degrading, never mind that I landed myself in this trap.  

Ultimately it’s the dissatisfaction with my current predicament that will cause me to take action, either through suicide or getting better.

I proceeded to have a kickass workout.  Almost threw up afterward, so fuck everyone.