I’m just gonna get crackin on this blogging thing, because if I’m gonna become a gazillionaire from it, it’s going to require some actual content. This first post is dedicated to my buddy’s girlfriend. She’s a good shit, and a very good friend of mine. However, the other night I offended her while I was shitfaced. She misinterpreted what I said to her, and took it the wrong way. I said to her, “Do you REALLY consider your SELF, a teacher?” She said, “Yes, you fucking dickhead”, then she kicked me directly in the nuts for talking shit. She obviously took what I was trying to say to her the wrong way. I was so drunk that I couldn’t produce more coherent sentences to back my statement up. I felt bad. This post will explain what I really meant by my statement that I made to her.
See, I just turned 30, and I decided that if I don’t do what I’ve always wanted to do now, than I may never do it. “What I always wanted to do” is to quit working for the fucking man, and spend my time doing shit that I actually want to do. You only live once, and in my humble opinion, it’s fucking stupid to waste 40 to 50 years of your life doing some bullshit that you don’t want to be doing for 8 – 16 hours per day, 5 – 7 days per week.
I happen to work at some shitty office, and I sit behind a computer all day. People constantly interrupt me from playing on the Internet, trying to ask me questions and asking me to do things for them. None of these things are things that I actually care about in slightest, but for some silly reason I usually respond to their requests. One may suggest that because this is “my job”, and I am an “(insert my job title here)”, that I am required to respond to these people. Up until a few months ago, I probably would have agreed with that suggestion. However, I have come to the realization that I am not my job, and I’m not actually REQUIRED to do anything except die and bang a few chicks here and there.
One may also suggest, “Well if you don’t do your job and be the person who you are supposed to be, you won’t get paid”. Well fuck….they do make a good point with that statement, but you know what? I really don’t NEED money. All I really NEED is food, water, weed, beer, mushrooms, an occassional female companion, and a guitar. I have been to several music festivals where I had absolutely no money whatsoever, yet all my needs were met. I lived in a tent, and I gave what I could to people (my company and good vibes), and they returned the favor by giving me mushrooms and beer and shit. It was cool.
So what I really meant by my statement to her, “Do you REALLY consider your SELF, a teacher”, was “You are not your job. You are just a cool person that happens to have the ability to teach little humans stuff. You teach them very well, but ‘you’ are not defined solely by your job.” She may disagree with me, but that was the point I was trying to make to her. Unfortunately, due to my BAC, I was unable to explain myself properly, and the only thing that came out of my mouth was a drunken statement which sounded like I was calling her a shitty teacher or something…Definitely not what I meant!
My quest for freedom all starts with me quitting “my job”. The possibilities are endless for what I plan to do with my life after I have eliminated the need to do things that I have no desire to do in return for a little piece of paper with a numerical amount written on it each week. However, how I will get more of these little pieces of paper with a numerical amount typed on them is of little concern to me. It really isn’t that important.
(Wow I was much angrier back then…)