Posts in category "Daily Life"

Doesn't This Always Happen?

Here I am, think­ing that I have at least a sin­gle month to get into a reg­u­lar writ­ing sched­ule, and sud­den­ly tons of things pile up, leav­ing me with no time to write. I sup­pose that being too busy is bet­ter than not being busy enough, espe­cial­ly with my his­to­ry of idle­ness.

The Last Of Guilt-Free Spending

I man­aged to spend more than a weeks salary over the week­end, on five dress shirts, a pair of shorts, Birkenstocks, a beanie, two ties, a tie bar, a tie rack, a vest, Four Swords Adventures, and beer. It was­n’t very dif­fi­cult; I’m meet­ing with a finan­cial plan­ner today, so I saw at my pur­chas­es as the last of my guilt-free spend­ing before I look into invest­ment options and bud­get con­sid­er­a­tions. Unfortunately, he’ll be giv­ing me advice based on how I risky I want to be, the age I want to stop work­ing, and the lifestyle I’d like to have at retire­ment. The prob­lem is that I haven’t decid­ed yet. I nev­er real­ly con­sid­ered the fact that I might live past 30. On top of that, I nev­er planned to retire. I don’t think I’d mind work­ing past 60, although the require­ment for this to hap­pen is that I enjoy my job then as much as I enjoy my job now.

Most peo­ple start to invest when they start a fam­i­ly, and need to con­sid­er the cost of rais­ing kids, includ­ing tuition fees, an extra mouths to feed, etc. I don’t plan on hav­ing a fam­i­ly, so I fig­ure I should just start now. Of course, as Pat says, ones life can change in a sin­gle day, even with the best laid plans, and I real­ly could­n’t agree more. I sim­ply see invest­ments as a sort of finan­cial safe­ty net.

School's Out Forever

The best thing about grad­u­at­ing uni­ver­si­ty and hav­ing a job is that noth­ing fol­lows me home. For almost all of my life, up until this point, I felt like a slave to home­work, projects, and tests. I’d nev­er have a week­end where I could just relax, and not think about the next thing that I should be work­ing on. Even in the sum­mers I felt guilty for not get­ting a head start on next years mate­r­i­al.

Now it’s just pure relax­ation. No more wor­ry about fail­ing some­thing or run­ning out of mon­ey. The only thing left to work on is me, and I have the rest of my life for that.

The Way Harder Means Brittler, Not Stronger

I think that most guys around this time of year pull a Pablo Francisco in New York, in this area at least, when the weath­er real­ly starts to go up and a lot of girls are anx­ious to show off their new sum­mer clothes. I sup­pose that I can admit to doing the same thing at some point, but I’ve sort of lost the feel­ing, so they say.

So many are in hal­ter tops and capris (ugh, capris), or oth­er skimpy, tight clothes, and it all just seems so bor­ing now. I might get dis­tract­ed if a girl dress­es with some more fuck­ing per­son­al­i­ty instead of dress­ing to show skin, but over­all hiz­zot­ness just does­n’t do it for me any­more. There’s got­ta be a lit­tle more, a lit­tle some­thing extra to real­ly keep my atten­tion.

Hopefully, that means I’m grow­ing up, not get­ting more super­fi­cial.