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On the road
Did you know there are people that stay at hotels more than they do in their own place of residency?
I'm sorry... but that's gotta fucking suck
Sure a lot of these individuals are in sales or someone who's job discription/title doesn't include the word "technician" and are making bank hand over fist... but to what end? You have no life and for all practical purposes you have no real home. Sure you get to wow people with all your bullshit stories about where all that you've been and all the people you've come to know... but you know what? You really can't say that you've been anywhere and you sure the fuck haven't come to know anyone except in passing, for the purpose of closing the deal, or to flesh out what you can as to why that particular district is underperforming compared to all the others.
Call me crazy, but that generalization of a life I really know nothing about seems pretty fucking empty.
But you know what? Empty people need to keep moving. They are kinda like sharks in the sense that if they stop swimming they suffocate. The world closes in. Their McMansion is just what it is, like all the rest of them at the end of the dead end street. Devoid of character. Devoid of personal history beyond that of a single generation... that hasn't even really lived in it.
But then look at me and my homebody life. What exactly do I know about anything? The only places I go are places that I've already been. The grand vistas I see before me are the ones I paint myself upon the walls of familiarity. I've not seen the ocean beyond that of a bay or sound and have flown across the states but once in my life. Most individuals I know and have come to call friends are those that have been handed down to me through marriage and siblings. I am introduced to, more than I introduce.
but fuck if I'm not feeling pretty content at the moment with who I am, where my life is at, and what I've accomplished.
Did you know there are people that stay at hotels more than they do in their own place of residency?
I'm sorry... but that's gotta fucking suck
Sure a lot of these individuals are in sales or someone who's job discription/title doesn't include the word "technician" and are making bank hand over fist... but to what end? You have no life and for all practical purposes you have no real home. Sure you get to wow people with all your bullshit stories about where all that you've been and all the people you've come to know... but you know what? You really can't say that you've been anywhere and you sure the fuck haven't come to know anyone except in passing, for the purpose of closing the deal, or to flesh out what you can as to why that particular district is underperforming compared to all the others.
Call me crazy, but that generalization of a life I really know nothing about seems pretty fucking empty.
But you know what? Empty people need to keep moving. They are kinda like sharks in the sense that if they stop swimming they suffocate. The world closes in. Their McMansion is just what it is, like all the rest of them at the end of the dead end street. Devoid of character. Devoid of personal history beyond that of a single generation... that hasn't even really lived in it.
But then look at me and my homebody life. What exactly do I know about anything? The only places I go are places that I've already been. The grand vistas I see before me are the ones I paint myself upon the walls of familiarity. I've not seen the ocean beyond that of a bay or sound and have flown across the states but once in my life. Most individuals I know and have come to call friends are those that have been handed down to me through marriage and siblings. I am introduced to, more than I introduce.
but fuck if I'm not feeling pretty content at the moment with who I am, where my life is at, and what I've accomplished.
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