dukeofbaja
New Member
Having read the entire thread, I will ignore all of it. If the OP is still around, here are my two cents.
I feel ya, man. I dropped out of college because I did not want to end up in any job that my degrees would have qualified me for (three majors). I did not take a break afterwards and went straight to work at a job I loved. Had to move a year later for my lady's schooling, got lucky and found another job I loved. Worked my ass off and was promoted from bottom of the pole to management. Got pulled into a room one day and fired, no warning, nothing.
I have been floating around on severance pay for a while now. Not wanting to go back into the wage slavery world. Looking for a way to support myself without having to report to a boss. The corporate world sucks. I hated waking up and leaving my loved ones to go to work everyday, even though the work was decent and the pay was great. Money is not everything. In fact it is nothing, it is fake, a shared illusion.
I don't know where I'm going with this. But ignore all the folks telling you to just man up and become a 'productive member of society'. Forge your own way.
Back when I was a young teen, I could make 4 foot putts all day long. I neer had fear of missing either. I just looked at where I wanted it to go, and it went there. But all the older folks I played with kept talking about how tough those short putts were. How much their knees knocked over them. How they were not so easy to make. Well guess what? All it took was for me to listen to them for 10 years. Now I hate 4 foot putts. I fear that I will miss that little putt every time. And now, I often do.
Don't be the older version of me who listened to all the naysayers talk about how tough an easy task is. Be that kid who sees the ball rolling into the back of the hole and nothing else. Ne fear. No second guessing yourself. Action. Make it happen.
This rant brought to you courtesy of cannabis
I feel ya, man. I dropped out of college because I did not want to end up in any job that my degrees would have qualified me for (three majors). I did not take a break afterwards and went straight to work at a job I loved. Had to move a year later for my lady's schooling, got lucky and found another job I loved. Worked my ass off and was promoted from bottom of the pole to management. Got pulled into a room one day and fired, no warning, nothing.
I have been floating around on severance pay for a while now. Not wanting to go back into the wage slavery world. Looking for a way to support myself without having to report to a boss. The corporate world sucks. I hated waking up and leaving my loved ones to go to work everyday, even though the work was decent and the pay was great. Money is not everything. In fact it is nothing, it is fake, a shared illusion.
I don't know where I'm going with this. But ignore all the folks telling you to just man up and become a 'productive member of society'. Forge your own way.
Back when I was a young teen, I could make 4 foot putts all day long. I neer had fear of missing either. I just looked at where I wanted it to go, and it went there. But all the older folks I played with kept talking about how tough those short putts were. How much their knees knocked over them. How they were not so easy to make. Well guess what? All it took was for me to listen to them for 10 years. Now I hate 4 foot putts. I fear that I will miss that little putt every time. And now, I often do.
Don't be the older version of me who listened to all the naysayers talk about how tough an easy task is. Be that kid who sees the ball rolling into the back of the hole and nothing else. Ne fear. No second guessing yourself. Action. Make it happen.
This rant brought to you courtesy of cannabis
