Dashboard Dreams 2

I am no longer angry. I made it home after all and the world did not end just because I was sleepy all the next day. Funny how that happens, right?

But I find myself struggling with the blaring truth of the matter. My anger rests in fear (doesn't it always?) of driving. Of being in cars with certain people. After much speculation, I can only conclude that my fear is of death and injury. But is it really? Am I afraid of dying? I don't think so--loathe to experience physical pain, maybe, but of my death not fearful at all. I am afraid of living, I think.

Of the kind of living that goes with the knowledge that others died while I survived. The kind of living that goes with rebuilding muscles and mending bones, of sight loss or hearing loss-I could elaborate on this but I know that in the end these are things, in and of themselves, that I will deal with in time and I will survive it and even find happiness again.

What I really what I want talk about is the financial debt it could put me in.

Whoever said money can't buy happiness may have been right, but living with mass debt is no picnic. Quite stressful, and has already affected me physically without the aid of a car accident. I wonder if maybe I weren't so soldered to material things if it would matter....I don't know, confusion.

What is money, right? I guess I see it as having two choices....I could attempt to change my whole nature of being and just not mind that all the money I make goes straight to people who are not me and will threaten me with owing them more money if I don't pay up as quickly as they want me to, OR I could accept the fact that I want certain "comforts" and security and work my butt off extra hard and long just to get to a place where that is a possibility.

I still play the envy card on a fairly regular basis, even though I've worked so hard in the past year to put that behind me. I am envious of people "born into" money. People whose parents paid for school. People who have worked as hard or less hard than me and have way more to show for it. Case in point: Paris Hilton. Not trying to hate, but come on!

I had this roommate in college who called herself a Rich Bitch. She was and she wasn't. Was rich, not so much a bitch. I actually liked her a lot. But she came home one day from her Buddhist religion class the day they talked about karma and she said (somewhat tongue-in-cheek, perhaps) that she must have been really good in a past life to get where she was today.

At the time I rolled my eyes and went into my bedroom and cried, because according to her deductions, that meant I must have been a pretty bad person in a past life. (I mean, if you know me, you know what my childhood was like) Of course, I don't understand karma but I am fairly certain her understanding missed the mark a little.

The point is I notice that an inordinate amount of people with money seem to believe they have it because they are better or more deserving than your average person. The question begs, do people without believe the opposite, that they don't have it because they are less deserving? On some subconscious level, maybe. People (ME) without definitely feel frustrated and trapped at times. I am just one female, supporting myself....what must it be like for families? Disabled? Seniors? They not only live without or less, they live with the knowledge that climbing out the hole may be nearly impossible for them.


I have the dream, the dashboard dream, if you will, that someday I will make enough money to pay ALL the bills and save money and afford creature comforts besides. I dream that someday I will be able to buy a car or a stereo, or take myself out to eat in a nice restaurant once a week. Frivolous? Probably. But my belief that I will acquire the earning power to do these things is perched on the edge, like a nickle on the dashboard. Don't stop too fast, or my dream will fly to the floor and get lodged between the seats.

Dashboard Dreams

It's cold outside. I am stuck here in Minnesota waiting for my louse of a twin brother and his lacksidaisical girl to come pick me up. They were supposed to arrive at 4 PM. It is now 5 PM. Rumor has it they won't show until 10PM and I'm pissed and I want a cigarette.

Stuck, of course, is the key phrase. If I had a friend available or a place to go besides the basement to tap at my youngest bro's computer I wouldn't really be stuck, I'd be "socializing."

Leaving late would not be an issue if it didn't mean I would be gettting home around 3 or 4 in the morning. I am a VERY cranky person at that time of day. Ok. I am bitching...I had this plan and now these two days are pissed away. I really think I should go smoke. Just to spite my lungs.

The Jets and my life

No, not the football team, either.

I mean, remember the Jets? The band? Tonight, it's been a year...since we met each other here. In my heart, I'll pretend....and so on and so forth.

The song is in my head because it has been nearly a year since I started working here. Nearly a year of not waiting tables. Maybe I need to change the name of the blog. Could be, who knows. My life is definitely a musical today. Holiday party tonight and good friends to meet up with later. Life couldn't be better than the chocolate bread I had for breakfast.

Well, it could be a little better.

Anyways I just wanted to mark a little milestone to myself. MARKED. ok. Not gonna say what it is but let's just say when I was 17 I never thought it could happen. Lo and BEE hold, it has. Must mean my other goals are attainable. Like the one where I get the amazing career.

Let's have a party we'll all dance...if you can tell me what song that is I will give you a million dollars when I become a billionaire. I promise!