Nowadays, opinions are like noses or the other end of a person’s bowel. Tragic, that we have decided to become polarized on so many issues.
Lately, though, I have felt like breaking away and shaping my own unique perspective while quietly cultivating it. I say quietly with humor for those who are friends on my actual Facebook page. They know I am anything but quiet. It’s so bad that I have to weigh carefully whether or not I would like to keep this friend in real life or not.
There are views and memes and opinions expressed there, that are definitely not going along with the flow of the other moral majority members of society. So find me on twitter or Instagram instead, where I tend to use more “discretion”.
Anyway, here are some things I would like to delve into with enough time and leisure to devote to these very important and disparate original thoughts. They range from career ( I have currently held 48 jobs and I’m not done yet!), art (I love Dali and surrealism), music ( ICP, Eminem, Hendrix, SRV, Tool, RATM, Tom Morello, Sublime, Pantera, Toby Mac, Superchick, Newsboys, Ja Rule, Metallica, most new country and a lot of 90’s and early 2000 pop, to give some examples of the variety of things that I enjoy), poverty (been there long enough, tired of clawing, just read Hand To Mouth by Linda Tirada…great book also on subject, minus the purely democratic party nonsense towards the end…see what I mean? I am very opinionated), cockroaches (I hate them! Passionately nowadays, but oddly enough, I also love the fact that they provide good fodder for songs and keeping away any bullsh*t friends, who will not stick by you. See also- Loyalty), Pride ( I will riff on Government and Gay rights and whatever else comes to mind…that should set some peoples teeth in a grind…), public school, private healthcare and so many other, constantly evolving and interesting topics.
For awhile now, I’ve been walking a tightrope financially. I think I shall start there (with permission from you the reader, of course… Nah, who am I kidding, i’m the type that doesn’t do permission well anyway! SO, basically, i’ll just speak my mind). The tightrope sucks.
Stevie Ray Vaughn had a song called Tightrope. That rocked. The words just about sum up what it is to have your back against the wall and fighting for survival, whether in a financial, spiritual, emotional or physical level. “Can’t catch a turtle, in this rat race.” “Heart full of darkness…” and other great lines… Seriously, GO. Listen. To. This. Song. Immediately. If you haven’t heard it, you will thank me later.
So, finances. My take is simple. Debt really sucks and it really really really should be avoided. But, it is not always possible. Cash is really cool and lends to scoring some really, really, really sweet steals, ahem, I mean, deals… People always need money, unless they are fabulously wealthy and well, piss off… Jobs that pay by the hour will never make one rich. THey will just suck you dry and bruise your soul, if you are one of the lucky few who have one yet… Not always, of course. Back in the day ( uphill both ways and all), one could score a really great job at a company that gave a flying zebra about its employees… Some of those places still exist. Otherwise, though, I try to avoid them right now. It’s not even that i’m opposed to people who have them, it just isn’t for me. But, if it works for you, i’ll piss right off! You do you. The rest of us, well, its a bit of a struggle to adapt into a very entrepreneurial mindset…
I’d like to think that I’ve never wasted a dime of hard earned money, but that’s my biggest lie. It used to be smokes and dirt roads. It became pop, food, GAS (evil greedy effers who control these prices anyway, thanks for taking nearly 54% of my pay just to go to work… here’s my middle finger salute to you price gouging, greedy, unscrupulous…i’m rambling.), fun and adventure…(all 8 bucks worth after gas).
I know that some say, one should not do debt at all. Those very some people also, have a really kick ass job and some other side bennies (benefits) that us common folk do not always have access to. Oh, riches. Oh, want. Somedays, I would just like a full cup. Bad at money from the start, I was born into a poverty hell of an existence and wasn’t till my twenties I decided to Try to change it.
By change it, I simply mean to read up on a subject that I previously thought one was either gifted in or wasn’t. Not allowing any room to grow wisdom to a daily discipline of dollar watching. I’m also a Leo… We apparently like nice things. That is (in poverty anyway) if you can a) find it at goodwill, b) find it for 8 bucks or less (see above^) and finally, c) have the gas to get to a goodwill.
But, generally, one must lower their standards a wee bit while travelling through that grey damn area known as ‘not having enough money to make ends meet’. Otherwise, all the other financial information in the world will not equate to one iota of usefulness for ya.
Oddly enough, once I was in a Caribou Coffee store (Fireside and Smores! Yum!) and a gentleman (finely dressed and well groomed, of course) turned to me and handed me his copy of the Wall Street Journal. WHoa! Half the time, I look like a homeless man replete with scraggly white trash facial hair and ripped up clothes, the other half, i’m just the fat dude missing one front tooth working in the dark or near dark! Bwahahahahahaha, i’m ok with it after these many years. Understand though, that some people are 3 second reads and some take at least 30 minutes to really get to like… I’m more of the 300 minute spectrum lol, if I were to be very self deprecating.
So anyway, here I was all hungover from one crazy ass, call the cops to the hotel, meet some douchebag at a bar who wont stop following you type of evening and i’m handed the paper. I doubt I looked well read enough even to know what to do with something of this ‘magnitude’ but I said thanks and gave him a nod of recognition (thanks for not judging me, Mr I’m going to hand you a four dollar newspaper at a little shop in a little town in Iowa gentleman. I appreciate that when it happens authentically! Its different of course, when one has to be nice to you, ie, work…). I do know how to read stock prices and what the symbols mean and I even have picked out several stocks I will invest in when I find my bank account no longer plays basketball, ahem, I play basketball with.
Hows all this for original? Gonna come back later this week and continue. Now, I’ve been up delivering newspapers since 130 this morning and i’m quite exhausted. Two jobs and a working spouse opposite of ones schedule is grueling at times to say the least. But, we had Chinese yesterday. Screw you, debt collectors, i’m hungry for something decent to eat this week. You can steal my pennies next week.
Peace and love all.
Have you ever found yourself the recipient of some gift that others thought ws over your ability? Such as the Wall Street Journal was, presumably (by everyone but the giver, oddly), well above my level. Have you though???