I drive all day long, so I listen to the radio a lot. Periodically, I will listen to a CD, but my taste in music isn't work friendly. I have gotten to where I generally cannot stand the music on the radio and the commercials aggravate me to no end. Because of this and the facial tic I am blessed with as a result of stress and overstimulation, I tend to listen to talk radio. The commercials are every bit as bad, maybe worse, but at least my brain is active instead of just being a open receiver for their accursed marketing techniques. At the point in the day when I am driving the furthest, I catch a "money talk" type show. I used to absolutely despise it, but for some reason (probably the desire to feel like a responsible adult), I listen and sometimes even take note. The show is obviously not meant for 40 year old couriers with no higher education making about $6 less than a living wage with no chance of getting a raise and very low probability of getting a promotion. This program is for educated go-getters that make tons of money for doing less work than me..oh yeah they have more education and more "responsibilities" than me... Anyway, a subject that comes up as of late is moderately successful people's plan "B". These people often fret over their plan "B" since they make $100,000 a year but they are still living paycheck to paycheck in their nice big homes, secure in their gated communities safe from the undesirables. Well, their big house with lots of bedrooms and a garage that probably doesn't house their Nice Mercedes and/or Hummer since they park it where everyone can see it means they are in debt and are "house poor" just like my broke ass. Anyway, screw a plan "B". I am one of those people that needs to have a plan "A".
This "blog", or whatever you want to call it, acts as a sort of toilet paper for my mind and is representative of my life in a way; wandering aimlessly. Lost. I am at a point where I cannot take time off work, go to school to be an EMT(now a requirement for the fire department) and retake the agility test and study for the written test again (they are looking for higher scores than I made). I am 39 years old and the cutoff is 40. The dream is dead. That officer was right. I DID, in fact, miss my calling. That's alright I guess. I thought EMT might be a good alternative, but that isn't a lifestyle I want for myself or my wife.
As far as lifestyle goes, to end on a high note, yoga is definitely another calling. I have a good support system and have lost a lot of fat and gained some muscle. I intend to stick with this. I will resume uploading sexy pics for you to see as my body undergoes changes for the better. Thanks for reading. Thanks a lot!
