When I went across town to the food bank, I was the last one in. I was waiting for my food to be ready and a man started talking to me. We commiserated over being hungry and seeing commercials of fast food and not being able to do anything about it. How that's all you think about when you are hungry. I filled my rolly bag with the food, they gave me four baguettes, I felt fancy. I schleped the 5 blocks to the bus back to south central. I unpacked the bag.
4 baguettes
4 loaves of whole bread (you have to slice yourself)
broccoli rice (shredded broccoli)
garden salad
mixed fruit
can of garbanzos
can of corn
can of tomato soup
can of green beans
can of tomato sauce
lowfat milk (expired)
corn flakes
macaroni and cheese
tuna fish
egg noodles
yougart
apples
potatoes
eggs
a pack of drumsticks.
That's alot of stuff. I felt relieved a bit. Like I could get through to Monday. It was Tuesday. I noticed there were gnats looming over the bread, so I threw it all away. But I have been finding gaggles of gnats ever since. I left a dish in the sink and an hour later gnats everywhere. I don't know why they appeared. I've chased them room to room. I think I got them all.
I immediately cooked the drumsticks and egg noodles. I put the tomato sauce on the noodles, and put bbq sauce on the chicken legs. I ate that meal twice a day. Thursday I made macaroni and cheese. I opened the tuna and it was runny. I could barely strain the water off of it for the tuna was so weak. I dumped it out and just ate the macaroni. I ate that for 3 meals.
In the meanwhile the first alien wanted to come through. I said I wanted pizza because I was starving. He said ok on Wednesday. Thursday, there was nothing. He was doing odd jobs, and well into the evening he'd still be working. Now on Friday night still nothing. It makes me think. It's the era of no more broke. No more dudes who can't produce an $8 pizza.
No more dudes who can't make the shit happen.
I feel like I am wasting away. The hunger rarely subsides, even after I have eaten. My body seems like it's weak. All I think about is food. How I never ever want to be this hungry for this long again. All of this has to end.
I found ways to make money on my own, but I have to buy my way in of course. That will take more waiting. I have to file my taxes, and wait for them to come back. Then the buy in happens. There is a job fair on Wednesday of next week. I hate job fairs, but I am tired of searching on line for work. I just need to move forward toward my dreams. The real ones. Not the paying bills one. Fuck that shit.
Yesterday I had a serge of energy and cleaned out my closet and threw out a bunch of shit. I put away all the projects I wasn't doing. I swept the floors, and folded up everything. It was like fung shewei in this bitch. So light and airy. I felt brand new. My tiny dress form, I made a custom dress for it. I was like, I want a dress to wear like this! The next day (Friday) I broke out my sewing and worked on some new joggers. I plan to wear them on Sunday to my event. I want to crochet my purple wig too. Plus make a jacket. I'm full of ambition. I want to feel new when I go to Hollywood on Sunday. Look impossibly cute. Feel like the future is mine.
Feeling like a breakthrough is coming.
Saturday, June 2, 2018
Tuesday, May 29, 2018
The walls are closing in.
The fiasco with my GR payment messed up the entire month.
I have a phone that I pay for, and that has all the bells and whistles. But I keep a lifeline phone just in case. Like just in case money doesn't come and I can't pay my phone bill. I had one free phone for a couple of years. But then it stopped working. So I went out and got another one. Since I couldn't pay the bill on my main phone I had to take that number off my resumes, and put the free phone on. I told everyone to call me on this phone.
A temp agency told me to come in on Tuesday to sign up, and call them from in front of the building when I get there. Cool. I planned to go to the jewish food bank on Sunday to get food. They give you stuff you can make meals out of, eggs, meat and fresh veggies. But then I remembered it was a holiday weekend. No food on Sunday or Monday. Two more days of cup of noodles. Tuesday I have the interview so I can't go to the food bank then either.
Sunday evening I hear banging on my dining room wall. I hear screaming and a woman saying leave me alone! More banging. I get up to go in and listen more closely. He is beating her! I freeze. I call the police. I let them in the building and tell them what happened and scurry back to my place. I get home and break down crying. I wasn't sure why. It was stressful. I text a few people what was happening.
The next morning I go to call my cousin and my phone says my balance is too low to make this call. I can't text either. FUCK! Now my backup phone doesn't work! If anyone is trying to get in touch with me they can't. Job search halted till at least the 4th of June. This is humiliating! So I call the 611 on the phone to see what I can do. I guess they sent me a form I was supposed to fill out to the hollywood address so I could get free service all the time. I forgot to get my mail last time I was there so I didn't get the form and that's why this is happening. They told me to contact trueconnect, they deal with lifeline phones so I could possibly remedy the issue through them. I got to their website and fill out the form. There was a part where I had to upload proof of welfare. It took an hour to convert the file from pdf to jpg. Then when I was done turns out it will take at least 7 days for it to be available up to two weeks. Useless.
I'm planning for the interview tomorrow, and I go over the e mail because it's got the address in it. I notice it says I have to call them to let me in the building when I get there. I HAVE NO PHONE SERVICE because I have no money coming in. I could go and hope someone will let me use their phone to call, or cancel and schedule for next week. Which couldn't work in my favor. It makes me look undependable. I need food. I have to choose between food and a temp agency. Food is winning. I went to the website to check what documents I needed to bring with me. Then I saw they don't service my zipcode. But they do my old hollywood zipcode. My ID has my holllywood address on it. I get some mail there. So I spent a couple of hours looking for recent mail from there. I couldn't find anything past Feb 23rd. Hope that works. Or I will go hungry.
I can't cope with this situation. It's so complicated. I have a week to get through. I don't know how I will. I never want to be in this position ever again. I sat with my big book and wrote out everything I need to happen so I can change and how much everything will cost. I have to be stealthlike in my execution of the plan. Or I feel like this is the end of my life.
There was a video on youtube called 'faking normal' that basically said after 35 women are locked out of the workforce. Like if you aren't already deep in your career and you are changing careers, or looking for work it's harder for you to get work. Over 40 even harder, over 50 nearly impossible. For instance if on your resume it says you graduated college in 1976 YOU ARE TOAST! Luckily in that area mine says I graduated in 2014. But I have 10+ years of experience. It's more like 20+ but I scale it back. It's clear that I need to be able make money on my own. It's time. I have been in LA for 7 years, and have yet to have a decent job. I really don't think there ever will be a decent job. I'd be better off going to work at family dollar for $10.00 and investing in my on line businesses.
I file my taxes on the 4th, and hopefully I can get the money in 10 days or less so I can move forward.
enough is enough
I have a phone that I pay for, and that has all the bells and whistles. But I keep a lifeline phone just in case. Like just in case money doesn't come and I can't pay my phone bill. I had one free phone for a couple of years. But then it stopped working. So I went out and got another one. Since I couldn't pay the bill on my main phone I had to take that number off my resumes, and put the free phone on. I told everyone to call me on this phone.
A temp agency told me to come in on Tuesday to sign up, and call them from in front of the building when I get there. Cool. I planned to go to the jewish food bank on Sunday to get food. They give you stuff you can make meals out of, eggs, meat and fresh veggies. But then I remembered it was a holiday weekend. No food on Sunday or Monday. Two more days of cup of noodles. Tuesday I have the interview so I can't go to the food bank then either.
Sunday evening I hear banging on my dining room wall. I hear screaming and a woman saying leave me alone! More banging. I get up to go in and listen more closely. He is beating her! I freeze. I call the police. I let them in the building and tell them what happened and scurry back to my place. I get home and break down crying. I wasn't sure why. It was stressful. I text a few people what was happening.
The next morning I go to call my cousin and my phone says my balance is too low to make this call. I can't text either. FUCK! Now my backup phone doesn't work! If anyone is trying to get in touch with me they can't. Job search halted till at least the 4th of June. This is humiliating! So I call the 611 on the phone to see what I can do. I guess they sent me a form I was supposed to fill out to the hollywood address so I could get free service all the time. I forgot to get my mail last time I was there so I didn't get the form and that's why this is happening. They told me to contact trueconnect, they deal with lifeline phones so I could possibly remedy the issue through them. I got to their website and fill out the form. There was a part where I had to upload proof of welfare. It took an hour to convert the file from pdf to jpg. Then when I was done turns out it will take at least 7 days for it to be available up to two weeks. Useless.
I'm planning for the interview tomorrow, and I go over the e mail because it's got the address in it. I notice it says I have to call them to let me in the building when I get there. I HAVE NO PHONE SERVICE because I have no money coming in. I could go and hope someone will let me use their phone to call, or cancel and schedule for next week. Which couldn't work in my favor. It makes me look undependable. I need food. I have to choose between food and a temp agency. Food is winning. I went to the website to check what documents I needed to bring with me. Then I saw they don't service my zipcode. But they do my old hollywood zipcode. My ID has my holllywood address on it. I get some mail there. So I spent a couple of hours looking for recent mail from there. I couldn't find anything past Feb 23rd. Hope that works. Or I will go hungry.
I can't cope with this situation. It's so complicated. I have a week to get through. I don't know how I will. I never want to be in this position ever again. I sat with my big book and wrote out everything I need to happen so I can change and how much everything will cost. I have to be stealthlike in my execution of the plan. Or I feel like this is the end of my life.
There was a video on youtube called 'faking normal' that basically said after 35 women are locked out of the workforce. Like if you aren't already deep in your career and you are changing careers, or looking for work it's harder for you to get work. Over 40 even harder, over 50 nearly impossible. For instance if on your resume it says you graduated college in 1976 YOU ARE TOAST! Luckily in that area mine says I graduated in 2014. But I have 10+ years of experience. It's more like 20+ but I scale it back. It's clear that I need to be able make money on my own. It's time. I have been in LA for 7 years, and have yet to have a decent job. I really don't think there ever will be a decent job. I'd be better off going to work at family dollar for $10.00 and investing in my on line businesses.
I file my taxes on the 4th, and hopefully I can get the money in 10 days or less so I can move forward.
enough is enough
More aliens return...
Damn facebook.
Minding my own business and I get another random friend request. I know this dude too. Another guy who disappeared.
He was an elegant foreign guy, his people are from North Africa and raised in France. Great body and sexy as hell. We would link up and he'd take me to a nice dinner or lunch. We'd get a room and fool around. After about the third time he informs me that he just wants me to go down on him, not interested in sex. I was like, yeah that doesn't work for me. He disappears for about three months then calls out of the blue. He wants to go for a ride. Ok. He wants to fool around. But doesn't have money for a room. I'm not going down on him in the car in some alley. Screw that. He got a hj, and after he says 'I could have done that myself.' What an asshole.
So here he is again. I don't know how to feel. He's grown an old ratty beard which takes away from his looks quite a bit. He wants to see me. He offers to take me to lunch. We end up at burger king. (really dude?) But whatever, I'm starving. We chat. He comes up to see my place. Of course he wants to kiss. His beard hair is gross. I don't like it. He's getting worked up so I tell him to stop. Of course he wants to push it. But I keep telling him to chill. I reminded him of what he said to me and how he acted. He 'didn't remember'. I was like 'I do'. He was rude and selfish. He is gorgeous tho. He said we need to keep in touch, and he'd be around my area Tuesday. These guys just popping up and thinking they can buy me a hamburger and fuck. It's annoying.
If they were gentlemen, and could show you a really good time, maybe you would feel differently about it. But everyone is so broke. Why does that mean I have to discount MY worth. There was a moment when I thought he and I could date. But he's one of those 'lone wolf' types. It's a little sad this keeps happening.
He does look good great naked tho.
Minding my own business and I get another random friend request. I know this dude too. Another guy who disappeared.
He was an elegant foreign guy, his people are from North Africa and raised in France. Great body and sexy as hell. We would link up and he'd take me to a nice dinner or lunch. We'd get a room and fool around. After about the third time he informs me that he just wants me to go down on him, not interested in sex. I was like, yeah that doesn't work for me. He disappears for about three months then calls out of the blue. He wants to go for a ride. Ok. He wants to fool around. But doesn't have money for a room. I'm not going down on him in the car in some alley. Screw that. He got a hj, and after he says 'I could have done that myself.' What an asshole.
So here he is again. I don't know how to feel. He's grown an old ratty beard which takes away from his looks quite a bit. He wants to see me. He offers to take me to lunch. We end up at burger king. (really dude?) But whatever, I'm starving. We chat. He comes up to see my place. Of course he wants to kiss. His beard hair is gross. I don't like it. He's getting worked up so I tell him to stop. Of course he wants to push it. But I keep telling him to chill. I reminded him of what he said to me and how he acted. He 'didn't remember'. I was like 'I do'. He was rude and selfish. He is gorgeous tho. He said we need to keep in touch, and he'd be around my area Tuesday. These guys just popping up and thinking they can buy me a hamburger and fuck. It's annoying.
If they were gentlemen, and could show you a really good time, maybe you would feel differently about it. But everyone is so broke. Why does that mean I have to discount MY worth. There was a moment when I thought he and I could date. But he's one of those 'lone wolf' types. It's a little sad this keeps happening.
He does look good great naked tho.
Saturday, May 26, 2018
Something has to give
I have been depressed for a few months. I try my best to get out when I can. But that isn't often. I have been avoiding sewing and doing wigs, because I know I am not going anywhere. I am trying to fight my way through the fog to do these things. I usually end up sleeping on and off all day when I don't have appointments.
I feel like a shut in. My mom is a shut in. I don't want to end up like my moms. Eating myself to death, no friends, no men, nothing to do. I have so much talent and dreams. I feel like I can't get anything going. Not to mention the money situation is a joke. I have cup o noodles to eat till the 4th. I am going to try to get to the food bank tomorrow so I have food till then.
I did go out last night with my friends to dinner. I put on joggers, a t shirt and sparkly slippers. Short hair. Makeup was cute. I put on jewelry for the first time in forever. I did my nails so they look passable. I felt ok. Then we took pictures. I was having a good time. But I saw the pictures and was devastated. I look like a monster, with a tiny wig perched on top. I can't help but wonder what people see when they look at me. Do people look at me and see this big giant bloated ball? Now that I am looking for a job, I am hyper sensitive about my looks. About my hair and clothes. I want to crawl into a hole and die. But without money that I would earn from working I can't change anything. I am filing my taxes on the 4th. When I get them back I can send for the supplements I need to get the weight off. I can invest in some sophisticated pieces for my wardrobe. I can get a grown up looking bag. Plus invest in a couple of on line businesses.
As I think about all of these things, I feel like this is the moment when everything could finally shift for me. I could dig in and make a real change in my life. I have to. It's a crock of shit how a woman's looks and desirability play into everything when it comes to her quality of life. There are bizarre exceptions, but over all it's not likely that a gorgeous woman will struggle much in life. The prettier and thinner a woman is the more opportunities she gets. That's reality. I feel like I am totally locked out of EVERYTHING. If I can change how I look; maybe I can get in. Or get a chance to prove myself. I want to feel better. It's so crazy how I feel like me, but then I see a picture of me and I can't recognize myself. I took selfies and wanted to throw up because I looked so bad. It hurts to feel like this. I feel like this is a low for me.
I feel like a shut in. My mom is a shut in. I don't want to end up like my moms. Eating myself to death, no friends, no men, nothing to do. I have so much talent and dreams. I feel like I can't get anything going. Not to mention the money situation is a joke. I have cup o noodles to eat till the 4th. I am going to try to get to the food bank tomorrow so I have food till then.
I did go out last night with my friends to dinner. I put on joggers, a t shirt and sparkly slippers. Short hair. Makeup was cute. I put on jewelry for the first time in forever. I did my nails so they look passable. I felt ok. Then we took pictures. I was having a good time. But I saw the pictures and was devastated. I look like a monster, with a tiny wig perched on top. I can't help but wonder what people see when they look at me. Do people look at me and see this big giant bloated ball? Now that I am looking for a job, I am hyper sensitive about my looks. About my hair and clothes. I want to crawl into a hole and die. But without money that I would earn from working I can't change anything. I am filing my taxes on the 4th. When I get them back I can send for the supplements I need to get the weight off. I can invest in some sophisticated pieces for my wardrobe. I can get a grown up looking bag. Plus invest in a couple of on line businesses.
As I think about all of these things, I feel like this is the moment when everything could finally shift for me. I could dig in and make a real change in my life. I have to. It's a crock of shit how a woman's looks and desirability play into everything when it comes to her quality of life. There are bizarre exceptions, but over all it's not likely that a gorgeous woman will struggle much in life. The prettier and thinner a woman is the more opportunities she gets. That's reality. I feel like I am totally locked out of EVERYTHING. If I can change how I look; maybe I can get in. Or get a chance to prove myself. I want to feel better. It's so crazy how I feel like me, but then I see a picture of me and I can't recognize myself. I took selfies and wanted to throw up because I looked so bad. It hurts to feel like this. I feel like this is a low for me.
Monday, May 7, 2018
He's back from outer space
I'm minding my own business and I get a message on linkdn, then on messenger on fb. He's been radio silent for two years. I have tried to find him, but it's not that easy. This guy was the gold. My chemical combustible. It was years since anyone could fill me like he did. But there were always issues. A month after we started dating he ghosted, then popped up to tell me he got back with his ex of 8 years. He didn't want to upset me but felt bad about saying nothing at all. I was so annoyed that I made it my business to seduce him. He could have been lying to avoid having an actual relationship with me and reducing it to just sex. I didn't care. But over time it seemed like everything was when he wanted to. He married her, and kept seeing me. They would break up again, and we'd still see each other. But he'd move back in with his parents, and I was sharing a house with no visitors rules so we'd have to get cheap hotel rooms. He wouldn't allow me to pay for anything. If he was broke, well we didn't get together.
Sometimes for months. No matter how bad I wanted to see him, I couldn't.
Having someone turn you on this way is rare. If I never got into a relationship I'd be perfectly happy rolling around with him.
Then he fell off the planet.
I'd have to try and forget about him.
Trying to have chemical reactions like that with someone else would be daunting. Depressing. Unfulfilling. I'd meet a guy on my quest that came damn close. Really damn close. But he had all sorts of family issues so I wouldn't see him for months at a time either. If I could go back and forth between them I'd be happy forever. But it was always high and dry with both. Unreturned texts for weeks at a time. It's fucking bullshit and mad rude.
I'm tired of rude.
Mr. outer space of course after being gone for two years expected to get together and have sex right away. Come over under the cover of night like he never left. In theory it was exciting until I realized. I'd changed.
I like sex.
But I also like dinner.
Lunch
Movies
trips to Vegas.
I am not a slave girl who gets summoned and doesn't get to have any feelings about anything that happens to her. If either of these guys could be cordial, and do something nice from time to time like take me out. It would be cool. BUT it's too much for either of them. Yeah the sex is great. But there isn't enough of it. They keep me waiting. If I were to text either one to say I wanted it right now. I couldn't have it. This is problematic. One has two kids he has every other week so if he's with them, of course he can't be here. The other is just laden with excuses on any given day.
I'm tired of this completely one sided bullshit. I'm reinventing. I'm trying to elevate on many levels. Ideally I'd want to be in love with someone who was in love with me, and have brain melting sex with him. But I shuttle between these two instead, or in the meantime.
I'm sitting here not caring if I ever see either of them again. I guess I better get hunting for mister wonderful.
Sometimes for months. No matter how bad I wanted to see him, I couldn't.
Having someone turn you on this way is rare. If I never got into a relationship I'd be perfectly happy rolling around with him.
Then he fell off the planet.
I'd have to try and forget about him.
Trying to have chemical reactions like that with someone else would be daunting. Depressing. Unfulfilling. I'd meet a guy on my quest that came damn close. Really damn close. But he had all sorts of family issues so I wouldn't see him for months at a time either. If I could go back and forth between them I'd be happy forever. But it was always high and dry with both. Unreturned texts for weeks at a time. It's fucking bullshit and mad rude.
I'm tired of rude.
Mr. outer space of course after being gone for two years expected to get together and have sex right away. Come over under the cover of night like he never left. In theory it was exciting until I realized. I'd changed.
I like sex.
But I also like dinner.
Lunch
Movies
trips to Vegas.
I am not a slave girl who gets summoned and doesn't get to have any feelings about anything that happens to her. If either of these guys could be cordial, and do something nice from time to time like take me out. It would be cool. BUT it's too much for either of them. Yeah the sex is great. But there isn't enough of it. They keep me waiting. If I were to text either one to say I wanted it right now. I couldn't have it. This is problematic. One has two kids he has every other week so if he's with them, of course he can't be here. The other is just laden with excuses on any given day.
I'm tired of this completely one sided bullshit. I'm reinventing. I'm trying to elevate on many levels. Ideally I'd want to be in love with someone who was in love with me, and have brain melting sex with him. But I shuttle between these two instead, or in the meantime.
I'm sitting here not caring if I ever see either of them again. I guess I better get hunting for mister wonderful.
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
HOMELESS LA RANT
Regan started this bullshit in the 1980s with closing mental health facilities. Since then there has been a steady decline nation wide of mental health hospitals for severely mentally ill patients. They have literally been turned out onto the streets to live like animals. All homeless people are not created equal, and not all will take help and thrive.
There is a segment of the NON HOMELESS population that isn't willing to work and earn for a living. So there are the same types of people living on the streets. The type of person if you put a roof over their heads, they wouldn't lift a finger to keep it. A month or two later they are back out on the street back to their shenanigans.
There are people who are out getting high and drinking who given a place to live or rehab wouldn't stop using to the point of not being able to function normally. Then there is the person who has been fired or downsized and unable to find work. Or the person who has been bankrupted by MEDICAL BILLS who has no place to live because their health will not allow them to work but social security A.) takes SO LONG TO GET and B.) Isn't enough to live on so collecting a check and living in a tent is about the most they can hope for.
There are people who have a mental illness and cross over to drugs and alcohol to self medicate thus amplifying their original illness. Functioning in society isn't really an option. They can function sometimes to UNDERSTAND how to apply for housing; but the process is so daunting and tedious for a perfectly sober sane person that making appointments for assessments and case management are almost a joke for someone struggling with mental illness or addictions.
Outreach is meager at best, and funding is stretched so tight that finding a decent, clean, safe place to live on a voucher or section 8 program can try men's souls. The section 8 program has changed in the past couple of years too. Section 8 used to handle problems with tenants through their program. If a program participant broke a rule (say was selling drugs out of their unit) section 8 would then be responsible for removing them quickly so another tenant could move in.
NOW it's up to the landlord to evict the tenant screwing up and it's a long and involved process that could end up siding on the side of the tenant and leaving the owner with excessive damage and disturbances to the property. Because of this section 8 is no longer a golden ticket to a landlord, and options have shrunk for apartment hunters. Section 8 tenants are even being put on leases that when they expire they are not allowed to stay and the landlord then turns around and rents the unit for market price.
There is NO regulation of landlords adding affordable units to new construction. There is no punishment for not opening 30% of your units to low income families.
Did I mention that the average waiting list in Los Angeles for low income housing is 2-7 YEARS LONG? What are people supposed to do for 2 to 7 years while they are waiting to be housed?
Regan closed the hospitals then flooded the streets with drugs.......
Did I mention that the average waiting list in Los Angeles for low income housing is 2-7 YEARS LONG? What are people supposed to do for 2 to 7 years while they are waiting to be housed?
Regan closed the hospitals then flooded the streets with drugs.......
Friday, March 2, 2018
Rainy
Watching A Ben Stiller movie where he has this inner dialogue about his personal life choices.
Now, he is a middle aged man who is taking his son to college in Boston. He's gotten into Harvard.
They live a pretty nice middle class life. Live in a nice white suburb and want for nothing. He's coveting people who have millions and billions of dollars. Who have private planes and preferential treatment everywhere they go.
Why wasn't that him?
He had friends in college who hooked up and were power hungry. Who were competitive and over achievers. He says at one point his wife was always so content with whatever she had. He says in his head 'Was her contentment holding me back?'
Later he flips it and realizes his son is an amazing human. That if he was some rich guy his kid could have turned out spoiled and entitled. That's the upside. His kid is grounded and pretty normal.
But....
When they get to the interview his son realizes he got the wrong day and that he was a day late. Dad loses it. He can interview back in California with an alumni. The son is cool with it but his dad won't let it go. He's insistent that they get their interview. The son is trying to calm his dad down. His dad is screaming 'Your a white kid from the suburbs, without a sob story and you aren't a legacy! We are the underdogs here! No! No! No! No!' So he obsessively tries to think of who he knows that he can call to help him get his son in. He only knows one guy. Whom he's tried to do business with in the past and simply blew him off years prior. So now he has to call this asshat for help with Harvard.
I guess this is real shit. You have to grovel sometimes. He calls the dude and he's living in Hawaii with two women he's developing a resort there on the island. Making more millions without even trying. He lets it slip that friends of theirs had gotten married, and he realizes he hadn't been invited to the wedding. In his head he thinks that the guestlist wasn't compiled out of friendship but out of perceived success. He was not on that list.
FUCK!
I guess I can understand his torture. Why not him? Why them? I guess we all go through that.
I am at the half way mark of my life and want to make a sharp turn into prosperity in a short period of time. I have to be a beast.
Insane beast.
Now, he is a middle aged man who is taking his son to college in Boston. He's gotten into Harvard.
They live a pretty nice middle class life. Live in a nice white suburb and want for nothing. He's coveting people who have millions and billions of dollars. Who have private planes and preferential treatment everywhere they go.
Why wasn't that him?
He had friends in college who hooked up and were power hungry. Who were competitive and over achievers. He says at one point his wife was always so content with whatever she had. He says in his head 'Was her contentment holding me back?'
Later he flips it and realizes his son is an amazing human. That if he was some rich guy his kid could have turned out spoiled and entitled. That's the upside. His kid is grounded and pretty normal.
But....
When they get to the interview his son realizes he got the wrong day and that he was a day late. Dad loses it. He can interview back in California with an alumni. The son is cool with it but his dad won't let it go. He's insistent that they get their interview. The son is trying to calm his dad down. His dad is screaming 'Your a white kid from the suburbs, without a sob story and you aren't a legacy! We are the underdogs here! No! No! No! No!' So he obsessively tries to think of who he knows that he can call to help him get his son in. He only knows one guy. Whom he's tried to do business with in the past and simply blew him off years prior. So now he has to call this asshat for help with Harvard.
I guess this is real shit. You have to grovel sometimes. He calls the dude and he's living in Hawaii with two women he's developing a resort there on the island. Making more millions without even trying. He lets it slip that friends of theirs had gotten married, and he realizes he hadn't been invited to the wedding. In his head he thinks that the guestlist wasn't compiled out of friendship but out of perceived success. He was not on that list.
FUCK!
I guess I can understand his torture. Why not him? Why them? I guess we all go through that.
I am at the half way mark of my life and want to make a sharp turn into prosperity in a short period of time. I have to be a beast.
Insane beast.
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