Reality that is. And it has struck. Today thanks to a $1200 repair bill for the trooper. But it's been creeping up the back of my spine for the last month and a half or so. Somethings going to have to give. I'm either going to have to start making some money or...well...no, there aren't really any other acceptable options. The way it looks today, in my depressed just got off the phone with the mechanic mood, I'm going to have to get an actual, shudder, job. Part of me wonders what I've been thinking this whole time, that something would just somehow 'come up' and cover me financially. I mean, it's not like I've even been trying that hard to create something, I've mostly just wanted it to happen magically.
You had to follow a link to this because it's going to be boring. There, that's your 2nd warning.
It's frustrating. I don't want to work in the traditional sense of the word. I just don't want to. But, that's kind of like saying I want to be a rock star - oh yeah, and I can't sing or play and no, my looks are neither that good or that bad. Point is, it's just not very reasonable. I can't just work on my own house and somehow expect money to flow in. I don't think I'm lazy, although some of my friends might argue this point. I just hate doing stuff I don't want to do. But doesn't everyone? I mean, c'mon, everyone works right? Everyone hits the daily commute, some sort of cube or stall or store and just plain old works - so why should I be able to escape that? No rich family, no wise investing pre internet bubble burst, no secrets to long life, nada.
So? Suggestions? Anyone hiring?
Posted by heyhansen at January 5, 2004 05:52 PM..hmm.. time to actually cave in eh?
Posted by: dave at January 7, 2004 02:34 AM