This is more of a rant and rave. Don’t expect this one to be my best. There is also some foul language in this post. Reader discretion is advised.
As mentioned earlier in some posts, I don’t regard my creativity as a high priority as of now. Just this blog and the reformation of Super Human Intelligence Towards Exile (fka Shite). With the second mention, I don’t really try to ‘stop the world’ to work on that project. My goal is to have about 10-12 songs totaling 65+ minutes by the end of 2021. And if I don’t make that goal, oh well. And with this blog, I’m trying for 3+ posts per month and more events coming up. If I miss 3 or more posts in a month, oh boo hoo hoo. 10 years ago, I was very dedicated to finishing novel number two and three and in 2012, I released Mourning In Hochington Volume Two and Thirteen Years of Gray.
One of my proprieties of sorts is to work at least 230 hours per month and take home at least $3600 a month. Although we are slowly walking into normal and moderately faster than I thought, still, concerts and sports games with 50,000 people in the arena are still a few months away. This, of course, is pending on what state or country you live in. I live in Michigan and our Governor cannot push her strict and sometimes draconian restrictions. Myself, I’m not too comfortable with entering a small bar filled with people at this time (unless it’s Milf night and I’m the only dude there, you got it). Currently, with our entertainment options still somewhat limited, it opens more opportunity for me to invest more. Don’t fret folks, I have an investing article on the way. Stay tuned!
However, quite a few things are causing me some trouble as I keep my top priority going. Lack of sleep, ADHD, severe allergies and recently dizzy spells due to me getting one of the vaccines (Moderna). To make this more readable, I’ll do the bullet points:
I also find myself getting really upset at trivial shit. Like, when I unlock my phone and type in the wrong digit. A couple of times I got mad and literally muttered to my phone, “Fuck you, I didn’t press 6, I pressed 3! You prick!”
God damn, what the hell is wrong with me?
This time last year of this post, late April 2020, I was actually chill. All I really did was Food Delivery from 430p-9p on Wednesday-Sunday and spent most of my mornings working out. With the afternoons mainly on LinkedIn Learning. I was quite happy and peppy during those times. I find myself thinking, If I keep at this priority of 230+ hours/month while I keep investing and not make any serious money mistakes, I could have good dividends come my way and I can work just an average of 160-180 hours/month and still maintain my lifestyle. That also comes with the possibility of rising inflation and a big possibility of tax hikes. And when those two do arrive, I will need to work 230+ hours/month whether I like it or not. And whether the massive obstacles do come to make things worse.
I currently live in a wealthy part of Macomb County. Have found myself thinking about moving to a cheaper city or even a roommate house. But the latter has me thinking about my privacy, I kinda like it. And I lived alone for 10 years already (had a few GFs but the relationships didn’t last long) and just going from that to roomies will be a troubling conversion. Plus, I don’t want to deal with the stress of moving. My move to my current place in 2015 caused a lot of 3-hour sleeping days and quite a few troubles. Even after I moved in, I saw a whole week in a row with 4 -hour or less sleeping days.
My current place (a rental) has some troubles with maintenance being late. But I think it’s more of lack of willing workers. I’ve been seeing a shitload of we’re hiring signs in my area for corporate restaurants and fast food joints. I ordered a pick-up at Chipotle near me and it took them nearly 20 minutes past the promised time. The folks there didn’t suck at the job, it was just lack of employees. Don’t get it wrong, the auto industry is having troubles with microchips. It hasn’t affected my line so much now, but it can. And pretty soon, you might see me making tacos at Chipotle. I ain’t fucking special.
With the motivation, I suppose we all have troubles staying motivated. Some days, you just can’t get all those things on that to-do list done. The day prior of this blog post, I felt good. I didn’t have a stuffy nose, hardly sneezed, no physical troubles at all, no serious mental troubles, I was just flying away on the assembly line. Drove home at 2am singing along to some Steve Winwood. Then on 12:25p today, a dizzy spell hit me hard and I just couldn’t get going.
I got home and took a nap. Then around 7pm, I was thinking to myself, “Why the fuck can I just stay motivated? Why can’t I just keep going with no serious troubles whatsoever? Why is that people can just move along with their goals but with me, there’s a big lava moat in the way with just a little string for me to walk on?”
Trust me, I know I’m not the only one dealing with these troubles. I just don’t like it when something has to get in the way. Perhaps I’m being a whiny bitch.
Peace, Love and Fractions