I have come to a pinnacle in my life. This is ironic since I’m sitting on a pinnacle west of Colorado Springs as I write this thing. And you all know how I love irony! I’m actually finding myself in a position where writing might become my full-time job. I love to write these little articles for you. I have no shortage of irony on which to report, so I’m hoping I can make a go of it. I even have the blessing of my newly acquired significant other. She seems to like my writing. She even seems to like me. However, no one is more confused by that than I. I’m sure she has a mental deficiency, but as long as it’s one that works in my benefit, I’m all for it (Love you honey!).
I’ve spent much of the last 30 years trying to be successful at something. I wasn’t sure what. In fact I didn’t really care. I just wanted to be successful. I had no idea at what I wanted this success manifest itself, I just wanted to be successful. When I was in my teens and early 20s, it was to be a singer or rock star. Nothing became of it, which is most likely for the best. I don’t drink, smoke, or do drugs. I would have been the dullest rock star on the planet. I do like sex though, so maybe that could have been my addiction. I hear it worked for Ted Nugent. The idea of another Nugent running around does frighten me. However, his music does kick ass.
OK…just had to put on Stranglehold to finish this piece. “When a house gets in my way baby, you know I’ll burn it down!” Now that’s rockin!
Now, after I grew out of the rock star fantasy, I moved onto business. That was easy since it really didn’t take much talent to get into working for a business. Lots of people work for businesses. All you have to do is sell your pride, and suppress any desire to point out stupidity. However, after 25 years of trying, I decided that suppressing my natural instinct to criticize stupidity just wasn’t worth the hassle. I really needed to move on. I really needed to do that thing that made me happy. I’ve heard all my life how you should do what you love and the money will come later. However, I really never had the patience to wait for later. Now that it IS later, and I’ve lived half my life I’ve decided that the next half shouldn’t be spent doing anything other than what I love.
I really love writing. It’s how I come to the world. I love how it looks when my pen scrolls across a page. I love how my fingers move over the keys as I type. I love how a stream of conscientiousness can burst onto a page with no other effort than the thoughts in my brain. I love it all! Why I spent any time doing anything else is humiliating. This is what I have been destined to do. I’m sure a rock star would have been fun, but after seeing what it did to Cobain, I’m not sure that would have been the greatest choice.
Writing is perfect for me. I get to say what I want, how I want, and I still get to go to Kroger’s without hiring a body guard. That’s because most of the people I might piss off don’t have the attention span it takes to read a bar napkin. So my anonymity will most likely be safe. Also, when I spoke my mind in business, it usually ended with someone in the bathroom crying. Now I won’t feel the need to pack my desk each time someone gets their BVDs in a bunch.
So moving forward I will make you a promise. I will try to give you my unvarnished opinion on how I view the world. I’m not saying that I will be rude without reason. What’s the fun in that? There really are some people who deserve the benefit of the doubt. However, for the rest of them, I’m on watch. I should have plenty of material for it too. The debates are only a few hours away!
Kisses!
Rex