People don’t take me seriously when I explain to them that I wasn’t built to work. When it came time for my creation (picture whatever higher being you believe in creating a concoction, sort of like a witch stirring a pot as she carefully adds ingredients) god remembered to throw in things like pretty hair, long lashes and dynamic personality, however he totally did not throw in the work trait. As if I was never intended for such common living. The problem arose however when god gave shitty directions to my delivery stork. I was meant to be a trust fund baby. Amazing how one wrong turn can affect your whole life.
I spent MLK day at the spa of a very high-end hotel/condominium. It was lovely. I went from steam room to the sauna to the igloo to the humidity room and back again. Let me not forget the tropical themed shower with settings such as ‘Caribbean monsoon’ and the Jacuzzi… or the heated chairs to lay on in order to keep the muscles warm. After showering and giving up the most delightful robe, I enjoyed refreshing vodka citrus and soda made of course with organic vodka and some yummy appetizers. It was wonderful. It was as all my Mondays should be.
It really is how it should be. THAT is what my life is supposed to be, not this 9-6 Monday thru Friday bullshit routine that confines you with words like budget and 2 weeks vacation.
A one bedroom at in this cemented slice of heaven goes for $3,500 a month. Which is why my own floors are currently vibrating thanks to my new ghetto ass neighbors who just moved into the unit below mine. This is not fair. It is not the way my life is written in the stars.
Clearly it is way to late in the game to ever receive any sort of trust fund (It would have really been the most desired of all the situations since I like to have my own money rather than depending on others), but there is still always the chance of meeting someone with a trust themselves (in which case I will have to learn how to take money from someone. A sacrifice I am willing to make.) It’s either this or winning the lottery – I figure the chances of either are just as slim, so my best chance at the life I deserve is to remain open-minded.
Don’t get me wrong. I am not going to pinhole my life to just the search for a trust fund child, I am willing to learn to accept any good fortune. I am not above being a working mans housewife. I am not above being barefoot in the kitchen that was cleaned by our cleaning lady and making dinner after a long day at the spa. I can live with that. I … I just want much more than this provincial life.
Like the good Doctor I too have a dream. I have lots of dreams, and none involve working until I’m 65.
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I believe my life should be filled with steam rooms and “polar experiences” …the sound of seagulls chirping as an incredible shower head mists my face with cold water… why can’t life be like this always? … cuz we date losers! ha hahahhahahaha nah we rock. We need to be execs so we can live this way forever….sans the rocking chair, I REFUSE to grow old with you … this friendship is way too much ! sigh
execs? i don’t think you are understanding me. i was not built to work. take work out of my equation. but if YOU want to be exec i will accept your good fortune
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Yes, amen on this.