Fuck a duck, past few days I've really needed time off from every aspect of normal life. It's great to just spend some time having fun cooking and being stoned. Unfortunately, the CD folks choose this moment in time to go haywire and be all posting off-topic and shit so today's just been drinking coffee and figuring out how to do damage control. I'm not really sure how exactly other mods internalize their approach toward their own respective subforums, but for me I like being ordered and sticking to a scheme/theme once I commit to it. By the same measure, this is how people choose leaders. Should Obama have gotten a second term in office? Maybe not, but it's par for the course because it's human desire to give a person time to at least accomplish some of their objectives instead of replacing them at the first chance and risking the chaos/upheaval that naturally comes with transition periods. I think humanity just has a tendency to think in terms of damage control and choosing the scenarios that stand the best chance of not going completely thermonuclear on failure.
Anyway, I'm not interested in putting any more thought into the workings of CD right now. Right now I have another issue to mull over: toking up. I've been on and off for a while, but when I'm on it's hard to get off and being off causes me to feel some serious ennui. It's really a shitty situation, because on one hand, there's nothing better than some herb to decompress, but on the other hand, I have so much shit to get done before 2015 that I can't afford to be decompressing on the daily like the herb tends to encourage. So... fack!!
Making matters worse is my lack of organization. It's different with my digital life, where I have to keep things organized to insulate against the threat of malware or hardware failures, but in my real life I don't even have that many valuable assets to secure so it's just a matter of inserting my car into the garage, keeping the front door locked and keeping the ol domicile clean, which TBPH is something that I mostly do for the benefit of visitors rather than for myself. In fact, I prefer as simple a life as possible just so that I can manage it all properly and not have to stress too much about annoyances like throwing out the trash regularly.
Is it fair to call me lazy if I'm not interested in building up a huge life because I don't want the responsibility of managing it? My friend has been making a huge deal lately about buying his own house. He's unmarried and plans to get his parents to cosign because that's the only way the bank will give him half a million bucks to buy a place and the mortgage payments are going to be $2k/mo. for a long, long time. Just hearing about it stresses me out. I can't imagine a commitment like that. He's OK with renting out most of the house to where the rent payments will cover the mortgage and he just needs to pay for utilities and repairs, but it's still going to require a lot of steady saving up if he wants to maybe consider marrying someone who might want to store shit in the occupied basement, or actually have guests use the guest room, or maybe want to cook naked in the kitchen without some random guy wandering through to grab an eyeful along with a bottle of gatorade. But then, cooking up far-fetched hypotheticals has always been my thing.
Personally, I just can't see it. As much as I would love a house of my own and a workshop where I can store/work on a car (I'm an incorrigible gearhead FYI), the idea of taking on massive debts and being chained to those obligations for decades is almost as bad to me as being told I'm going to prison. I've been trying to come to terms with the fact that I have to scale back my life and live pretty frugally to make due and live properly within my means in a way that doesn't inhibit me from packing my bags and taking off somewhere whenever I feel like it. But, I'm also a homebody so it's hard to just accept this existence as a transient, which is effectively what a person is considered if they don't subscribe to major commitments like mortgage and car loan payments. Maybe we need a new saying to replace "we are what we eat". How about: "we are how we spend our money"?
So uh... real talk. I don't know where I'm going with this but I've just had a disgusting slurry of cold-brewed coffee mixed up with hot decaf and I'm feeling like another cup of it with some salted pistachios because because... coffee... good... yes.
Anyway, I'm not interested in putting any more thought into the workings of CD right now. Right now I have another issue to mull over: toking up. I've been on and off for a while, but when I'm on it's hard to get off and being off causes me to feel some serious ennui. It's really a shitty situation, because on one hand, there's nothing better than some herb to decompress, but on the other hand, I have so much shit to get done before 2015 that I can't afford to be decompressing on the daily like the herb tends to encourage. So... fack!!
Making matters worse is my lack of organization. It's different with my digital life, where I have to keep things organized to insulate against the threat of malware or hardware failures, but in my real life I don't even have that many valuable assets to secure so it's just a matter of inserting my car into the garage, keeping the front door locked and keeping the ol domicile clean, which TBPH is something that I mostly do for the benefit of visitors rather than for myself. In fact, I prefer as simple a life as possible just so that I can manage it all properly and not have to stress too much about annoyances like throwing out the trash regularly.
Is it fair to call me lazy if I'm not interested in building up a huge life because I don't want the responsibility of managing it? My friend has been making a huge deal lately about buying his own house. He's unmarried and plans to get his parents to cosign because that's the only way the bank will give him half a million bucks to buy a place and the mortgage payments are going to be $2k/mo. for a long, long time. Just hearing about it stresses me out. I can't imagine a commitment like that. He's OK with renting out most of the house to where the rent payments will cover the mortgage and he just needs to pay for utilities and repairs, but it's still going to require a lot of steady saving up if he wants to maybe consider marrying someone who might want to store shit in the occupied basement, or actually have guests use the guest room, or maybe want to cook naked in the kitchen without some random guy wandering through to grab an eyeful along with a bottle of gatorade. But then, cooking up far-fetched hypotheticals has always been my thing.
Personally, I just can't see it. As much as I would love a house of my own and a workshop where I can store/work on a car (I'm an incorrigible gearhead FYI), the idea of taking on massive debts and being chained to those obligations for decades is almost as bad to me as being told I'm going to prison. I've been trying to come to terms with the fact that I have to scale back my life and live pretty frugally to make due and live properly within my means in a way that doesn't inhibit me from packing my bags and taking off somewhere whenever I feel like it. But, I'm also a homebody so it's hard to just accept this existence as a transient, which is effectively what a person is considered if they don't subscribe to major commitments like mortgage and car loan payments. Maybe we need a new saying to replace "we are what we eat". How about: "we are how we spend our money"?
So uh... real talk. I don't know where I'm going with this but I've just had a disgusting slurry of cold-brewed coffee mixed up with hot decaf and I'm feeling like another cup of it with some salted pistachios because because... coffee... good... yes.
