I have a problem when I see trains. I always want to hop on and get off when the train comes to it’s complete stop on the other end. There’s a new place there that I am not at now with new adventures and new… everything. Stability is frightening.
I saw a guy biking around with a cigarette in his mouth and incense burning on his handlebars. He’s so anti-stability that he can’t even decide on a smell.
I respect him. He probably doesn’t have a job. Jobs force stability. Most jobs. That’s part of my desire to stay mostly unemployed at all times. The problem comes when I see homelessmen begging for change. At first I assume that unemployment and my living well within the means of a crazy person who doesn’t buy things only affects me, but then I realize that I don’t give them any money. This isn’t because I’m selfish, but because I really need every dollar I have to pay rent.
I could have a job though with real money. I could be getting significant cash every week, in which case I would probably spend about the same amount of money. But then I would be able to pay homelessmen. Instead I just run away from them.