I never wanted to be one of those people that chases the almighty dollar. I think a barter society would be one of those quaint ideals. In a perfect world we'd get by bartering for what we need. I think money was created as a placeholder, in place of goods, and it grew into this thing. Money is just cotton and coin, has no real value but what we place on it. A dollar, for example, can't feed you like a chicken could. It can't lay eggs or continue the cycle of life providing continued value over time. Between the two, I'd much rather have a chicken. A little feed, some yard space, and I have a continued food source for quite a while. Instead I go to the grocery store, support substandard and cruel practices and I buy a dozen eggs with several dollars.
Sure, I buy cage free and byproduct free eggs, the kind that cost twice the price for just having the right to live outside of tiny cages. I understand the need to eat meat. I understand the demand is great. I'm not against eating meat or meat products like eggs. I'm not against wearing leather. I am against hunting for fur...that's kinda wrong if it's only for decoration. If it's for survival, I think that's ok but this is neither here nor there. What I am against is hunting for sport and wasting most of the kill (IE keeping the heads as trophies and dumping the carcass) and I'm against inhumane conditions. The animal is doomed to die anyway, the least you can do is make sure it has a nice short life. I wonder if people in the industry ever lose any sleep?
I've been at my job for over a year by now and I love it. I make a decent amount of money, enough to live on. There are times when I wish for more but who doesn't? I'm luckier than most to have a boss I adore and a secure job in really crappy economical times. I'm better off than most even with my limited skill set. Well, limited in that I haven't graduated from college. I should start attending, I really should. I guess one of these days I need to convince myself I'm not terrified and start the process. It's only 4 years of my life and it isn't much to give up to help myself along into something I really want to do.
But there's the dilemma. There's nothing I really want to do. I considered being a sex therapist at one point. Linguist at another. Teacher for the longest time until I realized two things: how futile it would be and how screwed teachers get in the grand scheme of things.
There's still the dream of owning my own business. The ultimate gaming store. Or a miniature golf course. Of course, a mini golf course in the Northwest where it rains a lot of the time probably won't be lucrative unless it's indoor. I can do that but it would take away from my idea, I think...Maybe I'll look into a few concepts to see if it's a feasible idea. I'm thinking this place would have to be warehouse size with amazing ventilation. And no windows. Definitely no windows.
Well, back to the grind and then dinner to make.
Day 10 - 355 Days to Go
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