Heh, sure is dusty around this old website. I was going to rant about women, but then I caught Oprah followed by Dr. Phil and the energy was sapped right outta me. Actually, I have something else on the brain atm. It was a few months back when things were crazy busy – oh wait, things ARE STILL crazy busy – so yeah, whatever, one month ago I’m talkin’ to my good buddy Ron. He was explainin’ to me that as I approach my mid-life crisis I should take into account that risks are no longer part of the picture. Now is the time for me to be more responsible than ever because as I’ve been reminded of quite a bit recently I seem to be getting older. Next year I’ll cross over that threshold where I’m no longer in the 18-34 age bracket that can ogle Britney’s boobs without being consider a dirty old man. More to the point, age inherently brings about the idea of less risk.
Yup, I’ll admit I’m pretty stubborn. Been chasing after something I can’t get my hands on since as long as I can remember. Longtime readers know that my life hasn’t changed course since the market fell back in 2000. Each small step forward has been followed by huge setbacks, most of them financial. Add my most recent woes with identity theft and it would appear I’m not only on the Short Bus™, but I’m the damn driver.
BUT if there’s one thing I can’t stand is when people decide it’s in your best interest to get The Lecture™ as if that’s a great way to motivate a person.
“You’d be foolish to start a business at your age. How will you ever square away your debts?”
“Pretty soon you’ll have to realize that it’s time to set aside those dreams of yours and concentrate on making some real income.”
“It’s nice that you like your job, but if it’s not paying the bills then something’s got to change.”
Well yeah, I hear ya, but quit naggin’ me so I can figure it out alright. People seem to forget that for all their good intentions IT’S MY LIFE. And YES, I know the teaching gig sucks for money, but hardly anyone has noticed that yours truly has just a little less stress on the brain these days. Forget the fact that I actually enjoy my job for once. Forget the fact that I seem to be pretty good at it. Sure I’m hoping that I can pull in some extra cash, but I don’t need to be constantly reminded of all the other things I could (or should) be doing. I don’t need to be reminded of all the things that are financially out of my league. Nobody knows more than me the current drama, real or otherwise exaggerated, the happiness, the dreams, the sadness.
And it sucks that on an otherwise really good day people seem to go out of their way to put you in a really bad mood.