I got up this morning in a bit of a funk. I don’t want to go into a lot of boring details, but my job is grinding me down, and money is an issue for the first time in ten years. Oh, it’s nothing earth-shattering, just a mild, nagging concern.
And I hate worrying about money. Toney and I went through a bad period during California, that scarred me for life. We lived under a constant financial dark cloud out there, and were miserable night and day. I swore it would never happen again, and it hasn’t. But we’re edging ever so slightly in that direction, and it causes me to panic a bit.
I make a lot less now, than I did during my high-flying record weasel days. And three years after the fact… we’re finally starting to feel it. I don’t know why it took so long, but there you go.
However, I’m not the type to just sit back, light a generic cig, and bitch about everything. I’ll fix it. We did it before, from a much worse situation, and it’ll happen again. And that’s a forkin’ fact.
For an inspiration boost, I came down here to the bunker and blasted one of my favorite overcoming-the-odds screw-the-doubters-I’ll-prove-them-wrong albums: Nobody’s Heroes by Stiff Little Fingers.
That album always gets me pumped, and ready to take on the world. I have an important meeting coming up soon, and will listen to Nobody’s Heroes immediately prior. It’s a shot of adrenaline, musically speaking, and the lyrics are defiant and positive.
So, anyway… I feel a lot better now. Too much information? Sorry ’bout that.
I was on Facebook a few nights ago, and started looking up random people from the distant past.
I was friends with a guy in high school, and he’s completely disappeared. Nobody really knows what happened to him, and I occasionally try to find him on the internet (with no luck). And that’s how it started…
I looked for him at Facebook again, and also his wife. Nope, they’re still not there. Then I checked for my ex-girlfriends. You know, the standard stuff. I found one ex, and she looked very similar to what I remember, but couldn’t track down the others.
Then I looked up a girl I was in “love” with during a previous lifetime, and almost dropped a rectal plate. She looks like an old woman! I’m not kidding, she looks 65. Nothing wrong with being 65, of course, but she’s really 45 (or so). What the hell happened??
I’m roughly 100 lbs fatter (a sixth grader, give or take) than I was at 21, or whatever. But I don’t think I look like an old man. I might be fooling myself, but I don’t believe I’ve edged into the “holy shit!” category yet. Unless huskiness qualifies.
Have you ever been shocked (shocked!) by someone at Facebook? If so, tell us about it. No need to list the person’s name, just describe what threw you for a loop. Use the comments link below.
Also, do you have anything you use for an inspiration boost, like the album I mentioned? Is there something you turn to, when you’re feeling down, that gets you all pumped-up and inspired? We’d like to know about it.
And I’m going to go enjoy my Saturday now, if you don’t mind.
Have a great day, my friends!