We're Trying to Maintain the Unspoken Promise of a One a Week Minimum...

Also known as, I'd noticed it's almost been a week since my last post, not to mention the stall in traffic...

News of the moment, i'm tired. As Jay put it, it's 11:30 and you just got home from your second job, you got up for work at 7:30 this morning, no shit you're tired.

It's almost bothersome, with what zen like mastery JJ is able to state the obvious. So, again i'm growing more and more discontent with the downward spiral inherint to money. We work all the damned time, to get money, which we use to buy flashy shit we don't need, with the little spare time we have in which we're not working, THEN you save a little, throw it into your retirement fund, but with the rate of inflation, and taking into consideration that you barely make enough to survive and save, therefore you're basically going to work the rest of your life, then die much earlier than you should, due to the enormous stress you've endured working 50 or so hours a week the last 50 years of your life. What's so appealing about this scenerio? Why do we all fall right into line? Why can't we just go live in a cabin in the mountains with the things we need and the one we love?

Atleast there is 80's music to make things seem a little more upbeat? That's the funniest thing, the songs all sound so upbeat, but it's about some grim or malicous subject matter.

Speaking of malicous subject matter, Dad seems to keep calling. It's pretty obvious if you call someone three times a week, and always some how mysteriously end up in voicemail, theres a chance it's not an accident. Every damned time, he leaves me a voicemail too, and some how I'm stupid enough to actually listen.

If I've not mentioned it yet, the last couple weeks, i've been trying to recall I happy memory shared with my father. And, I can't. I mean, I honestly can't think of a single happy moment shared with my father in the 22 years i've known him. Which could really suggest why we don't speak all that often.

Either way, back to the voicemail. I don't remember it verbatim, and I got all pissy and deleted it, but here's the general paraphrase. "Hey Steve, it's 7:30 on Tuesday, I just wanted to give you a call to tell you we're all getting together this Sunday for a little food and drink, I'd like to see you there." Let me take a moment to translate, "It's 7:30 on Tuesday, I wanted you to come over this Sunday, because at Jen's wedding, everyone learned that I've been lying to them telling them you still live out in Pittsburgh for the last year or so. Soooo, if you could show up this Sunday, I won't have to lie to them about our current standing."

Something along those lines. At a certain point in most peoples lives, usually some where after they leave their highschool years, they come to realize the reality of the situation is much more important than how it appears. It's about substance, not flash or fluff.

So, I leave you with these words of advice. Come to know what is really important to you, and do all you can to keep it in your life.

-Rys4K

p.s.- I only seem bitter, because you don't understand.