Wow, this post got ugly fast
I can't seem to rise above a certain pecuniary mark. It must be self-sabotage. No matter what happens or how the universe rains down its generosity upon me, I can never get over a certain amount in the bank.
I daresay I have fallen into the old trap. I got a raise and then decided I could "afford" to be a little more extravagant. Save for the past two days, I am always waltzing around with a glass of merlot and what not.. Hosting or assiting in parties, going out and doing god-knows, eating out at nearly every lunch.
I mean, eating out at lunch! At a sit-down restaurant like the CousCous Cafe--that is a death wish! If you spend $10 on a lunch, and go to 20 lunches in a working month, that's $200!
I have got to be an absolute miser. The important thing for me (all other things having been shown meaningless) is 1) vast sums of money, and 2) reading in all spare free time
The money is not meaningful in itself; it is merely the vehicle by which I can continue my charmed life of total freedom and comfort.
Yes, I need to save a little more, and then find a way to turn the money into a money-maker in itself. Some project that generates mega interest. I hear the ol Weokie Credit Union offers 6% interest. Can you imagine?
I've got to sell all my assets. I've got to accumulate the largest amount of money ever assembled by Great Plains trailer trash
What amuses me is, I keep getting more stuff. Tomorrow, for instance--I get the day off work because of the ice storm. Can you imagine! More time to slack off. People give me money, buy me things, treat me well. In March I may go to the national TESOL conference in Denver. I mean, what's this?
And yet I'm so negative! This is exposing a real flaw in Louise Hay philosophy. Actually, I think it's perhaps merely an addendum. Once you reach a certain point, things just become easy. Somehow the path is cleared. Graduate college, get a certain kind of job, live in the city-- unpleasantries, one by one, disappear. I dont even know the horrors I'm missing out on.
Imagine what it must be like for the Bushes or Kennedys. They think life is a merry old ride, simply because they've been born into the tippy-top, and so all barriers evaporate merely upon word that they're approaching.
Something about that, you know. There are certain "rungs" of society. The higher up you go, the easier it gets--so easy that you dont even realize how many perks you have or what kind of horrors you're missing or how the people below are clearing the path for you
I must ascend to the heights if I am to fulfill my Richard Nixon destiny. Nixon, born on my very birthday, Kennedy-wannabe, capricorn savage. And I, with an affection for tragedy--Oedipus to Dorian to Aschenbach--I am well suited for the fall.
I daresay I have fallen into the old trap. I got a raise and then decided I could "afford" to be a little more extravagant. Save for the past two days, I am always waltzing around with a glass of merlot and what not.. Hosting or assiting in parties, going out and doing god-knows, eating out at nearly every lunch.
I mean, eating out at lunch! At a sit-down restaurant like the CousCous Cafe--that is a death wish! If you spend $10 on a lunch, and go to 20 lunches in a working month, that's $200!
I have got to be an absolute miser. The important thing for me (all other things having been shown meaningless) is 1) vast sums of money, and 2) reading in all spare free time
The money is not meaningful in itself; it is merely the vehicle by which I can continue my charmed life of total freedom and comfort.
Yes, I need to save a little more, and then find a way to turn the money into a money-maker in itself. Some project that generates mega interest. I hear the ol Weokie Credit Union offers 6% interest. Can you imagine?
I've got to sell all my assets. I've got to accumulate the largest amount of money ever assembled by Great Plains trailer trash
What amuses me is, I keep getting more stuff. Tomorrow, for instance--I get the day off work because of the ice storm. Can you imagine! More time to slack off. People give me money, buy me things, treat me well. In March I may go to the national TESOL conference in Denver. I mean, what's this?
And yet I'm so negative! This is exposing a real flaw in Louise Hay philosophy. Actually, I think it's perhaps merely an addendum. Once you reach a certain point, things just become easy. Somehow the path is cleared. Graduate college, get a certain kind of job, live in the city-- unpleasantries, one by one, disappear. I dont even know the horrors I'm missing out on.
Imagine what it must be like for the Bushes or Kennedys. They think life is a merry old ride, simply because they've been born into the tippy-top, and so all barriers evaporate merely upon word that they're approaching.
Something about that, you know. There are certain "rungs" of society. The higher up you go, the easier it gets--so easy that you dont even realize how many perks you have or what kind of horrors you're missing or how the people below are clearing the path for you
I must ascend to the heights if I am to fulfill my Richard Nixon destiny. Nixon, born on my very birthday, Kennedy-wannabe, capricorn savage. And I, with an affection for tragedy--Oedipus to Dorian to Aschenbach--I am well suited for the fall.