the orphaned anything's
they look so... found.
and i feel so...opposite.
does money make one gratified? have i missed my calling? we have all heard the saying that money doesn't make a person happy but @ this point in life i have no money and i am not happy.im totally willing to try the whole rich thing. i could be guineane pig to prove or disprove the previous theory.
at times i believe that if i don't get enough zeros behind my bank account statement that my family, this society, our populace, and that girl in the lingerie advertising will never be pleased with my life. why is money the mark of success? when did passion and desire become replaced with economic and financial wisdom as the chief character trait desired in a potential life companion? will my spouse never feel secure if i do not obtain? hence and therefore eliminating possibilities of a nostalgic future, with a memory laden past.
the america's are consumed with consuming!
will i never afford a car that goes 0 to 60 in whatever numbers the fastest? will i never have a white picket fence? will my 2.5 kids hate me for raising them in a home wherreverieveire love and loyalty over stocks and bonds?
my reassurancerance in all this is my confusing self inflicted lie that i am a nonconformist, and money would never make me satisfied. i wear my hair like a mop, i wear these clothes because your not, i sell- you bought in. i know who che is, my shoes don't color coordinate with my shirt, on purpose. i have read the communist manifesto, and wrote in the margin's, i don't pay taxes. voluntarily.
i am a nonconformist, just like everyone else. "
the orphaned anythings
so, as a couple of you know i have been writing a book, the orphaned anythings, for about 10 months now. the ending is killing me or i would have let you read it by now. this was a little excerpt. ill tell you more as the story gets closer to getting done.
cheers for now,