Finally getting back to work was great for my body and mind. The weekend of sitting, reading, drinking, and reflection was also just what the doctor ordered. Over the weekend, I made a mental list of things that make me happy and another of things that frustrate me. Many of them are truly a yin and yang, with one feeding off the other, causing me glee or anger. I'm working on that too.
I won't bore anyone with the tiny things, like being somewhat obsessive about dirty dishes or the fact I never make my bed unless I'm putting fresh sheets on, but even in that area, I am slightly obsessive about clean sheets and towels. I recently shared a bathroom with a guy who didn't clean his towels for six months. No, I'm not kidding. It's little things I do that make me happy but I've also realized I do these things for others not out of overall kindness but a desire not to be frustrated. These things are what most people don't even think about, and yes, I thought long and hard about that too.
The overall thing I came away with is somewhat depressing and it caused me to lose quite a bit of sleep. Almost my entire life, regardless of whether I was doing well financially or not, I've always been on major bill away from being penniless. If you read this and got a little confused, welcome to my world. Money. for the most part, means nothing to me. Sure, I need it as much as anyone else, but it's not what drives me and it never has. When I have it, I share it, and to the point of absurdity. When I don't, my giving ways end up hurting me. I've learned that things irritate me. Not events, but tangible things. I don't want things anymore. I actually go out of my way not to accumulate stuff because it's unimportant. I do miss having experiences though and while the children I work with every day fill that void to some extent, there's just so much I want to do and see. Therein lies the conundrum.
How might one who proudly has no tangible assets, experience all life has to offer, in a world where financial stability is the main source for allowing such experiences?
I stopped thinking and started drinking when I got to this point.
I won't bore anyone with the tiny things, like being somewhat obsessive about dirty dishes or the fact I never make my bed unless I'm putting fresh sheets on, but even in that area, I am slightly obsessive about clean sheets and towels. I recently shared a bathroom with a guy who didn't clean his towels for six months. No, I'm not kidding. It's little things I do that make me happy but I've also realized I do these things for others not out of overall kindness but a desire not to be frustrated. These things are what most people don't even think about, and yes, I thought long and hard about that too.
The overall thing I came away with is somewhat depressing and it caused me to lose quite a bit of sleep. Almost my entire life, regardless of whether I was doing well financially or not, I've always been on major bill away from being penniless. If you read this and got a little confused, welcome to my world. Money. for the most part, means nothing to me. Sure, I need it as much as anyone else, but it's not what drives me and it never has. When I have it, I share it, and to the point of absurdity. When I don't, my giving ways end up hurting me. I've learned that things irritate me. Not events, but tangible things. I don't want things anymore. I actually go out of my way not to accumulate stuff because it's unimportant. I do miss having experiences though and while the children I work with every day fill that void to some extent, there's just so much I want to do and see. Therein lies the conundrum.
How might one who proudly has no tangible assets, experience all life has to offer, in a world where financial stability is the main source for allowing such experiences?
I stopped thinking and started drinking when I got to this point.
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