I'm twenty-two going on twenty-three and I just don't see myself growing up anytime soon. I own my own home and truck, and I have a state job, but those all the only signs of my adulthood.
I still depend greatly on my parents, both to provide me food and home essentials; things like paper towles, detergent, toilot paper, etc. I'm never doing things for myself because I can always find someone to do it for me, and for rare times I can't, well I just simply put it off.
Several times in my life I wanted to join the police academy, but it takes a lot of work just to fill out the forms, get the physical, take the B.A.T. I just can't seem to strive to do it. I don't know why because this is something I really want to do but for whatever reason I can't.
Life is spent watching cartoons, anime, reading comics, anything to do with science fiction, and oh yea, I collect Star Wars figures. The only reason I want kids is just so I can play with their toys, and watch cartoons without having to explain myself.
I want to grow up, but I guess I just don't know how. Though it is fun being childish.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Money Does Not Buy Happiness...
But it does buy everything that makes you happy. Money allows us to obtain products, tickets, and women.
Listen I know I'm going to take a lot of heat about women being on that list, but ladies you know it's the truth. If a guy doesn't have money, you don't date him. If this wasn't the case then you'd all be happy with a guy that took you out to Taco Bell to eat, you wouldn't get upset when we couldn't afford jewelry for your birthday, and so forth. If you couldn't guess, I'm currently single.
Happiness is also a feeling you get when the phone rings and you are one hundred percent sure it isn't a bill collector because you had the money to make all your payments. This is the happiness I hope to achieve in the next couple of months.
Money may not actually buy happiness itself, but for most, just having money makes you happy.
Listen I know I'm going to take a lot of heat about women being on that list, but ladies you know it's the truth. If a guy doesn't have money, you don't date him. If this wasn't the case then you'd all be happy with a guy that took you out to Taco Bell to eat, you wouldn't get upset when we couldn't afford jewelry for your birthday, and so forth. If you couldn't guess, I'm currently single.
Happiness is also a feeling you get when the phone rings and you are one hundred percent sure it isn't a bill collector because you had the money to make all your payments. This is the happiness I hope to achieve in the next couple of months.
Money may not actually buy happiness itself, but for most, just having money makes you happy.
When It All Comes Together
You try and try but somehow success just remains outside arm's reach. If you're like me and feel that you've hit rock bottom, then put a smile on your face, because the only direction from the bottom is up.
That's what I'm told anyways.
I do believe that if one foot keeps going in front of the other and I focus that I can accomplish what I truly desire. Though the first step really should be to decide what it is that I truly desire.
It use to be an answer of "I want to be successful." But that sentence means many things to different people. You have to define what success is for you. Obtaining money so you no longer worry about bills, having a family, getting into a routine, and so on.
Create your definition of success, write some goals, make a plan of action, and for heaven's sake, follow through with that plan.
All the hard work will be worth the time and effort when it all comes together.
That's what I'm told anyways.
I do believe that if one foot keeps going in front of the other and I focus that I can accomplish what I truly desire. Though the first step really should be to decide what it is that I truly desire.
It use to be an answer of "I want to be successful." But that sentence means many things to different people. You have to define what success is for you. Obtaining money so you no longer worry about bills, having a family, getting into a routine, and so on.
Create your definition of success, write some goals, make a plan of action, and for heaven's sake, follow through with that plan.
All the hard work will be worth the time and effort when it all comes together.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
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The 50,000th person that signs up wins $500. This is simple so please don't miss out.
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Sunday, March 30, 2008
How To Make Money Grow On Trees
I have no idea, but if anyone ever figures this out, PLEASE LET ME KNOW ASAP.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
WHY????
Why do I go to work? By the time I leave I'm ready to just ram my head into a wall. I don't only because with my luck, I'd end up putting my head through the wall and then have to pay for it to be repaired.
I don't obtain any life changing information by going to work. I do learn that I'm a negative person, who is no longer allowed to swear in my department, no jokes, no stories, no interaction would be preferred.
People are stupid, plain and simple. I was told I need to treat my coworkers like adults, because that's what we are. Yet I was given the silent treatment all day, because I apparently said bad things to them. Whatever.
I see what this particular person is trying to do, they've seen something done and they think it's going to work for them. Well that's fine, play your little game, get out of working with me, I'd prefer that anyways.
I hate people. Yea I'm done.
I don't obtain any life changing information by going to work. I do learn that I'm a negative person, who is no longer allowed to swear in my department, no jokes, no stories, no interaction would be preferred.
People are stupid, plain and simple. I was told I need to treat my coworkers like adults, because that's what we are. Yet I was given the silent treatment all day, because I apparently said bad things to them. Whatever.
I see what this particular person is trying to do, they've seen something done and they think it's going to work for them. Well that's fine, play your little game, get out of working with me, I'd prefer that anyways.
I hate people. Yea I'm done.
Friday, March 14, 2008
What A Day
I really do hate my job. I really only have one thing I like about my job and that reason may not be around for weeks at a time. Plus I have to spend twenty to thirty minutes being made fun of by my coworkers after my reason leaves.
That's pretty much how it was today. In fact I've spent the last two days working by myself because my coworker managed to catch something. Not like it really matters, because it's usually better when she's not around. Less mistakes are made, which means I don't have to stop every five minutes to answer the phone and make corrections.
It doesn't matter how quickly you do something, how accurately it's done, or how far you go out of your way to help someone out, because if you make one minor mistake, all the good is wiped out and the only thing that gets remembered is the mistake. Which sucks after you bust your ass all day to make people happy, and then in the last five minutes have to deal with a customer that you cannot ultimately help out because they waited to long to contact you to make changes to their submissions.
UPS doesn't show up until about two o'clock, the US post office makes a mistake and somehow it's my fault, and I've had to eat lunch several times out on the tailgate of my truck to cover my department. But yet I get no respect. No thank you, nothing, just why the hell did you screw up something that was minor and had nothing to do with me to begin with.
Have I mentioned that I really do hate my job.
That's pretty much how it was today. In fact I've spent the last two days working by myself because my coworker managed to catch something. Not like it really matters, because it's usually better when she's not around. Less mistakes are made, which means I don't have to stop every five minutes to answer the phone and make corrections.
It doesn't matter how quickly you do something, how accurately it's done, or how far you go out of your way to help someone out, because if you make one minor mistake, all the good is wiped out and the only thing that gets remembered is the mistake. Which sucks after you bust your ass all day to make people happy, and then in the last five minutes have to deal with a customer that you cannot ultimately help out because they waited to long to contact you to make changes to their submissions.
UPS doesn't show up until about two o'clock, the US post office makes a mistake and somehow it's my fault, and I've had to eat lunch several times out on the tailgate of my truck to cover my department. But yet I get no respect. No thank you, nothing, just why the hell did you screw up something that was minor and had nothing to do with me to begin with.
Have I mentioned that I really do hate my job.
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