If you haven't read it please go read the last 2 posts. Then this one will make more sense.
Gather round kids, time for a fairy tale.
Once upon a time there was a young man. This young man had worked hard for what he had. A strong back, a clever mind, and a charming smile. He had achieved a nice position and was receiving a more than generous wage. More than he in fact realized. He was in many ways very happy. But not completly, tho he did not realize it at the time.
Then one day the young man's father, a kind, gentle man who worked hard for his family, injured his back on the job. Our hero saw only one solution. He left his job behind never to return and went to help his father.
"This will not due at all," the hero said,"with a work load like this, any man alone would fall."
So the young man set about rebuilding his fathers business. He spoke to banks and made a bussiness account. He hired workers. Printed cards. And made it easier for his father to return to, when he was better.
But all the while our hero was getting further into trouble. Without the job he had, many things needed to be sacraficed. Our hero could not pay his bills anymore. Many things he enjoyed were gone. His gym, his cell phone, he could not date anymore, nor buy fine clothes to wear. He could barely get by. Our hero did not feel fear or saddness, but instead a deep consern on the efforts that would have to be taken to get back what he had lost. His family and friends were overwhelmed at his situation and often expressed their fears. But the young man never faltered. It was not in his nature to do any of these things. In hindsight perhaps the young man should have feigned conserc instead of smiled to placate his friends.
Then one day, the hero's father recovered. The young man set about looking for a job. He found a man looking to hire someone for his store. The young man rejoiced at this meeting. He had done this before and had gotten quite good at it. He had made a lot of money. The boss rejoiced as well. This lad showed potential and an odd sort of humility even in his most often arrogant attitude.
So our hero sat in his new desk and looked at his benifits. Healthcare, gym membership discounts, free phone, and a perverse ammount of money.
The young man called his bank. He did this every day for over a year. Every day the machine said the same thing.
"Your account balance is ...43 dollars.....overdrawn."
But not today. Today was his first payday. This same day he had also recieved much mail. Containing his HealthCare card, Dental Card, 401K.
"Your account balance is.....1 thousand and 10 dollars."
The young man slightly smiled in his own quite way. He had regained what he had lost. But he knew he was behind in schedule. He had much to do. He had an agenda that demanded attention. And he now knew what he lacked last time. Balance.
Last time he had become spoiled. He was a hairsbreath from becoming what he despised most. One of those cocksucking guidos that hang out at Ultra, or the Complex or whatever meat market is "in" this week.
Our hero had come to terms with the other side of his personality. The side that was aching for an end to the BS. The side that was happy with a pair of jeans, a beer, and some ruff sex at the end of the night with an brunette bar rodeo champ with a mean left hook.
There is something very uplifting about seeing your name next to a lifesaving paycheck. Life is good.
I've decided also to end my Fast. I was almost at 2 months of swearing off women but I'm getting bored. I haven't even spoken to a woman in an alegable setting in .....over a month. Ouch
O well Cap signing off
Gather round kids, time for a fairy tale.
Once upon a time there was a young man. This young man had worked hard for what he had. A strong back, a clever mind, and a charming smile. He had achieved a nice position and was receiving a more than generous wage. More than he in fact realized. He was in many ways very happy. But not completly, tho he did not realize it at the time.
Then one day the young man's father, a kind, gentle man who worked hard for his family, injured his back on the job. Our hero saw only one solution. He left his job behind never to return and went to help his father.
"This will not due at all," the hero said,"with a work load like this, any man alone would fall."
So the young man set about rebuilding his fathers business. He spoke to banks and made a bussiness account. He hired workers. Printed cards. And made it easier for his father to return to, when he was better.
But all the while our hero was getting further into trouble. Without the job he had, many things needed to be sacraficed. Our hero could not pay his bills anymore. Many things he enjoyed were gone. His gym, his cell phone, he could not date anymore, nor buy fine clothes to wear. He could barely get by. Our hero did not feel fear or saddness, but instead a deep consern on the efforts that would have to be taken to get back what he had lost. His family and friends were overwhelmed at his situation and often expressed their fears. But the young man never faltered. It was not in his nature to do any of these things. In hindsight perhaps the young man should have feigned conserc instead of smiled to placate his friends.
Then one day, the hero's father recovered. The young man set about looking for a job. He found a man looking to hire someone for his store. The young man rejoiced at this meeting. He had done this before and had gotten quite good at it. He had made a lot of money. The boss rejoiced as well. This lad showed potential and an odd sort of humility even in his most often arrogant attitude.
So our hero sat in his new desk and looked at his benifits. Healthcare, gym membership discounts, free phone, and a perverse ammount of money.
The young man called his bank. He did this every day for over a year. Every day the machine said the same thing.
"Your account balance is ...43 dollars.....overdrawn."
But not today. Today was his first payday. This same day he had also recieved much mail. Containing his HealthCare card, Dental Card, 401K.
"Your account balance is.....1 thousand and 10 dollars."
The young man slightly smiled in his own quite way. He had regained what he had lost. But he knew he was behind in schedule. He had much to do. He had an agenda that demanded attention. And he now knew what he lacked last time. Balance.
Last time he had become spoiled. He was a hairsbreath from becoming what he despised most. One of those cocksucking guidos that hang out at Ultra, or the Complex or whatever meat market is "in" this week.
Our hero had come to terms with the other side of his personality. The side that was aching for an end to the BS. The side that was happy with a pair of jeans, a beer, and some ruff sex at the end of the night with an brunette bar rodeo champ with a mean left hook.
There is something very uplifting about seeing your name next to a lifesaving paycheck. Life is good.
I've decided also to end my Fast. I was almost at 2 months of swearing off women but I'm getting bored. I haven't even spoken to a woman in an alegable setting in .....over a month. Ouch
O well Cap signing off
thetotalm:
Good post;....glad your happy again.....i need to find that piece. I have an interview monday that will essiantially give me allot of moeny but will it give me piece....that my fiend remains to be seen.