It got me out of one of the most toxic situations of my life.
“The world you grew up in is dead.”
Chances are without that cash train coming in, you’re pretty strapped in the funds department. But if you’re really feeling the shopping itch and are dying to get out of the house, thrift shops will become your best friends. What other place can you get two books, a cool t-shirt, a vase (for DIY-ing, obvs) and a retro necklace for ten bucks? Nowhere my friends, nowhere.
I passed some intimidating hoody-looking kids. But after listening to their conversation, I suddenly realized that all of these guys hanging out on my own neighborhood corner, smoking cigarettes in their sleeveless undershirts, were gay. It was weird.
Avis says that her heart is still in the late ’60s: “That’s where Germany’s at now, compared to the States . . . It could also be a problem of mine.”
Being unemployed isn’t being. If our work defines us, then what are we without it? Nothing. And that nothingness does not invoke a sense of freedom.
Read that stack of books that you bought on a whim and have been meaning to get to for longer than you’d like to admit. We all have one.
For once in my life I had the presence of mind to say the right thing: “Well, if you feel that way, you can get someone who’s not stupid to do the work.” And I slammed down the receiver with such force that the phone nearly sank right through the night table.
Join Professional Associations.
“That’s the real meaning of love—having one another’s back.”