Nothing Special

Hello all!
This part of the Whateverlution...is all about me. Call it an ongoing ever changing 'about the author' Dane Cook once said...A suicide note written by someone who is not suicidal is called an autobiography.

So what gives me the ability to speak out about the world? Why should anyone listen when I tell them about fitness, gaming, intellectual pursuits, the sociological ramifications of current world politics, and gummy worms?

Well that's something you're going to have to learn as you go. However if you want credentials, allow me to fill in a bit of my resume.

At 34 I have collected paychecks from over 30 different employers. I have built million dollar homes, I have driven a front end loader through mountains of trash, I've been to basic training and enjoyed some peace time national guard time, I've worked for restaurants, retail chains, and convenient stores and been a substitute teacher. However I have also spent over five years as a guard at a county jail AND 30 days as an inmate at a different county jail. (For CIVIL CONTEMPT-I couldn't afford to pay ALIMONY, and was subsequently put in jail, which caused me to lose my job with the Sheriff's Department)

My education involves an Associates degree, and 90 credits towards a BS in Mental Health and Human services, as well as a healthy interest in reference literature. School and I have never gotten along, I find it too rigid and constraining, I can learn more on my own.

The only things I know for sure...I've been pretty good at just about every job I've ever had. The closest to a job I actually liked was as a guard. I'm a people watcher and psychological dynamics fascinate me, plus I'm an adrenaline junkie and at the time thrived amidst the crazy fights, hangings, cut-ups etc etc. That being said I now have to pursue a different career, and this blog circle is part of it. It's a social and personal experiment. I know that everywhere I've gone, people tend to remember me. However despite being a quick learner, and intelligent and well-spoken, something seems to be holding me back. So I am now hoping to work from that into something here, maybe a job, maybe a career, maybe pocket money, time will tell.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

A golden fish hook...is still barbed. (RAW unedited)



Adrift
A series of sorts, a voice…
I somehow see everything here as having a negative spin and interpretation.  I don’t really know that, it is entirely the case.
There is a gritty determined optimism buried somewhere within this scarred form.
Make no mistake my belief is in my own invincibility.
I do see myself as a force of nature…
I do see myself as something epic…
I have no doubt that I was destined for something astounding.
The problem is I am quite simply overwhelmed by…myself.
There is SO much that I want, need, strive for…
I could not possibly fit it in a dozen lifetimes.
So I live on scraps of grandeur and big dreams…
I live in the fantasy of the fantastic…
Because I could never settle on just one…
Therefore I can never have ANY of them.
You must see it.  Forever the pursuit, never the settle on any one…
Always the next one…what I could do with the resources to do what I’m capable of.  The ideas, the puzzle pieces, the world I could build.  Amazing…it would be Amazing.
The reality…far from this good I assure you, but the player has settled on a game.
The game is finding out how to make the amazing feasible.  If there is a path I simply must find it.
Time to sleep my friends…I’m sorry if you are reading this and are confused.
Eventually seeing things THIS early will be a source of pride for you.  You were onto something…even then, even now.
Trust me.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Still poor rant...Raw no edit.



So my mind is adrift and spinning as of late…
I day dream of winning the lottery…Powerball something like that, one of the big ones.  I know full well how unrealistic it is.  I envision the company I would start, I know who I would hire, how I would compensate them, I can see the stuff we’d do, I know I would actually see money coming back in other than the initial prize money.  True not as much as I would likely spend to get it up and running, but enough that if something heinous happened and the prize money ran out, I could continue to live and essentially do what I wanted while working within my presently fictional enterprise.
Then I begin to think is there a way to make the vision in my head plausible without randomly coming into unfathomable good fortune.
Then reality swims up…
I sit eating a frozen pizza.  My fridge is damn near empty, and my diet isn’t all that great.  I am a fitness conscious person, I lift weight regularly, I can run several miles without an issue. (I did three and a half this morning)  My waist is smaller than my chest.  I understand enough about nutrition to know that I eat crap.  I love the people who say ‘eating healthy doesn’t have to be expensive’.  I listen to their reasons, how inexpensive fresh fruit can be, they talk about having a garden and going to farmers markets…It’s a great pitch and they have local roots, are often somewhat political, appearing in ads around schools, at public offices, the appearance is that your government is providing you with the information you need to be healthy, so no one has an excuse not to be…As if saying ‘even our poor can afford to eat healthy.’
Then I lay down a little real reality…
A few dollars on produce?  A local farmer’s market to spend…??  How much, how much physical cash resource would it take to buy some fresh food to augment someone’s diet?  When all is said and done, I can generally scrape together about 30 dollars to buy food.  I don’t want to make a distinction that this is NOT in some way my ‘food budget’ I don’t have one of those…A food budget implies that every week out of my paycheck I set aside 30 dollars with which to specifically procure food.  What I mean is I begin to pay bills, I prioritize depending on how late and how much each is.  I don’t have any bills that I pay early, or as soon as I get them, no my bills have carefully watched expiration dates with varying weights of importance.  So I pay my bills, if one is particularly late or close to being interrupted it might get paid even if it cuts into my food money.  I make sure that I have enough money left to put gas in my car.  I try to put around 30 in every 8 or 9 days.  I get paid every other week…Then I buy food.  If I only have 30 or 35 dollars left, I try to hold onto 10 for gas or an emergency.  So now I’m trying to buy enough food to get me through the week with 25 or 30 dollars…total…if I spend too much I may have to call into work because I need to save gas for pay day.  (It hasn’t happened yet, I’m pretty diligent for instance I have 3 one dollar bills and 3 dollars in change to get me to Friday and today is Wednesday.  I have a quarter tank of gas and enough food to get through 2 days.  I don’t have enough extra gas to even consider a trip to a farmer’s market.  One of the bills that I will have to pay not from this check, because it’s the rent and electric, but next check, because It’s important is the registration on my vehicle…it’s expired.  So I have about 27 dollars for food, a bag of French fries is 2.00 and with cheese thrown on them I can get 3-4 meals out of them.  That cheese is 2.50.  Next there’s a pound of ground beef at 3.50 and a 3.75 gallon of milk.  I don’t drink coffee, but require about 4 mountain dews a week at 1.15 each, we are up to 16.35.  2 boxes of pasta, 2.50 a brick of ramen also 2.50 (12 pack) a jar of sauce for the pasta garden variety for veggies, 1.50…A kielbasa 2.50, and 2 packages of red beans and rice, 2.00…right around 27.00.  I get 3 meals with lunches the next day at work (so 6) out of the pasta and sauce, and probably have half a box of pasta towards next week, so next week I’ll buy rice and chicken and frozen peppers for stir fry.  I add the hamburger to the pasta, and possibly to mac and cheese if I have one from a previous week lying around.  The kielbasa and rice will make 4 meals, 2 dinners, 2 lunches.  In between there’s a frozen pizza at 1.35 or ramen, or, fries…every few weeks I get a jar of peanut butter, and that with milk is often my breakfast.  Where does a nadful of low calorie veggies come into play?  Do I sound like I have time or resources to swing by a farmer’s market to support my local economy?  The change on my dashboard will sometimes get me a value menu Wendy’s burger, and that thing has tomato!  I count that tomato in my veggie file.  You will never see me with a 3.00 coffee shop coffee, 3 dollars is a meal or 2 to me.  I don’t have a top of the line smart phone, I have a shitty month to month At&t go phone, that I can text unlimited with.  I get a few hundred minutes a month that I never use, I don’t talk to people on the phone if I can help it.  I often have to pay my bills with my work debit card because I don’t have a legit checking account.
I’m not complaining.
I am at peace with my situation and am not sliding further into poverty.  I am without a doubt living in poverty…Are any of you reading this in a similar situation?  Internet is quite simply worth more to me than food.  The 40 dollars I spend a month to be online saves me from losing my mind, it is my portal, my entertainment, my voice, my radio, and how I pass my days…trust me no one wants these hands idle.  If you are struggling this hard will you admit that you’re poor?  A lot of you won’t, but we are…what else would you call this?  I make decent money for what I do compared to some of my co-workers…I work 40 hours a week for a large corporation that showed a net earning of over 1 billion dollars in 2011…I’m still not complaining.  There are ways that I can minimize future recurring debts, and there are non recurring debts that once gone, will add money into my weekly allowance.  I recognize and know this.  I will also make more money as time goes on unless I somehow lose my job.  The point that I am making is I am working poor.  I exist.  I’m far from alone.
  The real point is…
The general attitude in America is that there is almost unlimited opportunity to advance and that EVERYONE can work their way up and get somewhere.  This isn’t true.  I stand a pretty good chance of working my way up.  I have seen more prosperous times, and have more tools at my disposal than a lot of my peers.  I also have a few pretty rugged road blocks and hinderances.  I don’t fully expect to make it back to a point where I have vehicle, food, and general security.  I think I’ve got a decent chance, but if I don’t make it I know I can survive with less, and get by…
Then I say fuck it…
I go back to dreaming about winning the lottery, nothing left to do today except work, and I’ve already paid all the bills I can between now and Friday.  I have 3 one dollar bills left and gas in my tank, maybe tomorrow when I know I’ll make it to pay day I’ll buy a ticket…it’s only 2.00, I’ll have enough left to get Wendy’s if I use a little change for the tax…

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

a mote of rantiness...raw no edit



Christ it’s bursting at the seams.  The thoughts the screams…
I need to wrap my head around the thoughts I’m chasing with prose to coax it out.  There’s something there, it’s been flitting about.  Can’t quite grab it…

The first thought…
How self important does it make you, if you think you’re so fucked up you were probably prophesized at some point?  I feel like I am destined for one of a few distinct but vastly different great paths.  I’m working towards my vision, and the life that I want, and I feel there is a message in the action somehow.  Perhaps I am manifesting some sort of mania.  While not exactly a delusion of grandeur the idea that something really important is going to come from my wallowing in filth trying to scrape out an adequate existence with sordid dreams of a strange little stronghold where I can live out my days in simple dalliance and pursuit of eclectic large scale minimalism.  Perhaps it’s just the plot hook for a storyline I’m missing…perhaps I’ve made it up to elicit thought in anyone who reads this..I did say I thought I had a message did I not?

The second thought…
More elusive and I can’t tell if it’s important to me finding the thought I’m looking for, or important for me to figure out about myself before I am adequately able to deal with the thought once I’ve found it…The second thought isn’t closed ended enough to adequately piece about with words on paper…I’m off to ponder question two…