Saturday, November 8, 2008
who decides??
Why do people say that the only person that controls your destiny is you?? That is clearly untrue because what I feel needs to be done to make me happy in any kind of way, I can do because I have things to take care of, responsibilities etc that stop me from doing what I want to do. What I want to do is leave my job to take some time for myself and sort things out, to be able to prioritize my life and to do some of the things that make no sense but bring me happiness. Unfortunately none of those things can happen because everything in this life costs money and without a job there is no money to pay for life, therein lies the viscious cycle that will never allow me to do what I want to do with my life, so who really does control my destiny??? I have no idea but it's definitely not me
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If you move to the middle of a vast wilderness with me you'll have control ;) We won't need "things" and therefore we won't have to work like slaves to pay for them. We'll be like crazy cat ladies in the wild. . .only not so wild. . .and no damn cats.
I never really liked cats.
Are you buying this ???
not so much, I think you me and wilderness would equal unibomber type manifestos and other equally insane things lol plus I can't handle dirt and like some "things" :)
I could at least make the effort to grow a scraggly beard and be one of the creative forces behind manifestos that would intrigue the media... they would want to know who these people are and what they want from society.
We'd simply responds with requests for candy... we can't live without candy.
That is if I'm even allowed to come on your wilderness adventure... lol.
very right to second guess whether you would be allowed to come....we would have to vote on that. Although we would need someone to chop wood and clean.........so maybe lol
well I enjoy chopping wood on a strictly novelty basis, therefore I would only do like a half cord and the other 4 cords would need to be cut by slave labour. So I suppose we could allow Steve along on those grounds but seriously. . .don't be all bitter when you are sleeping in the "mud room" 'cause you know neither Michelle nor I are giving up our place in the bed.
Mud room? I thought I'd at least get the couch...
no couch for you mister I don't wear my big boy pants
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