Fucked up or fucked over, sober or straight, happiness comes in small doses

I found myself having a conversation with one of my boss today. It made me chuckle, so I figured I’d share, even if it’s only for my future self. It was about being a realtor and making a ton of money off selling just one house. By ton I mean double what I’m making now … in one sold house….

(01:39:42 PM) Matt: or, you’d learn to spend a lot more and keep doing it
(01:39:50 PM) Casey: yea, that’s true
(01:39:56 PM) Casey: I’d buy a vette if that ever happened
(01:40:01 PM) Casey: and a big ass boat
(01:40:08 PM) Casey: nah, did I say a boat? I meant a yacht
(01:40:18 PM) Casey: and a big ass house on the beach
(01:40:26 PM) Casey: with a full time bartender
(01:40:33 PM) Casey: hehe .. ok, I’m dreaming now
(01:40:41 PM) Matt: that’s good!
(01:41:33 PM) Casey: I’d buy another house too … adjacent to the playboy mansion

It’s true, I was dreaming. It’s ok to dream every now and then. Sometimes dreaming is the only way of just letting go. Unfortunately you have to wake up, and it may be to a harsh reality.

My reality is that life isn’t fair( I know, are you ready for a bitching and moaning fest?). When I was a kid I was always taught that life isn’t fair. Shit happens and you deal with it. Of course, I always associated “fair” with my mom saying

“No more cookies kc, you’ve had to many …”

“but … but … I want more cookies! It’s not fair!”

“Life isn’t fair”.

I’ve always associated with cookies and life, and it’s fairness, or in my case the lack of thereof. My latest drama in my life is what you see to your left. Somebody broke into my car yesterday while I was at work, at a paid for parking(read: we are not liable for shit). I’ve got a 1K deductable and I had over 1K worth of property damage/stolen items and yet somehow there isn’t anything my insurance company can do for me. They originally broke into get my GPS system, which was given to me as a christmas gift, and they found nothing else of interest so they rummaged through my backpack(which was out of plain site).

Yes, my tom tom was in plain site, but please spare me the speeches. I’ve been pretty much told, so what, your fault. Right … because it’s my fault somebody punched in my window, stole something in a LOCKED vehicle, went into somebody ELSES property and took what did not belong to them.

I suppose I’m a hypocrite to a degree. When a woman walks down the street, wearing an inappropriate, very revealing outfit and gets sexually assaulted, I’ve always been one to question her judgment. What do you think would happen? In my defense though, I’ve never said that she was guilty of it, or that if I ever saw it happening I wouldn’t run to her defense, or that she deserved it. Not in any way, I guess what I’m trying to say is if she had worn a parka, or snow pants or something, the outcome *may* have been different.

I’m sure if I didn’t leave my tom tom out, the outcome may have been different. I’ve learned my lesson, and that is …

Don’t expect to have anything nice in life.

I filed my police report, my insurance claim, blah blah blah. In short, not alot can be done. State Farm is playing the HAHA game with me. They have conveniently figured out a way to separate everything under my auto insurance, and my renters insurance, both of which have deductibles, both of which when broken up into their respective categories doesn’t break the threshold of the deductibles, and thus leaving me out to dry.

‘Tis life I imagine.

I got home last night, after a long night. I cleaned up the mess, covered the window in case it were to rain this morning, and then found a quote to get my window replaced.

Ridiculous.

Needless to say, I immediately went out, bought some more vodka and jack and spent the rest of my night on the couch until I passed out at 3 or so in the morning.

No hangovers. Which is good. I wanted to start today off right so I bought everybody cinnamon rolls, and here in the next hour or so I’ll be on my way to get my window fixed.

Bleh. Life isn’t fair. Buy a fucking helmet.

My favorite skit:
“These people with their personal baggage, their Gucci Therapy Luggage that they drag all over everyone else’s feet. (More whining) “My life didn’t turn out the way I thought it would.” Hey. Join the club. I thought I was gonna be starting center fielder for the Boston Red Sox. Life sucks. Get a helmet.Look, you are an alcoholic because you like to drink. You are a junkie because you like to shoot smack. That’s it. Case closed. Final score: Drugs 10 –Belushi 0.

“But I’m just not happy.” Hey! (SLAP) HEY! (SLAP) HEY HEY HEY! (BANG SLAP BANG) Nobody is happy! I’m not happy. (Pointing into audience) He’s not happy. She’s not happy, she’s not happy, they’re not happy. This guy is miserable. This is probably the best he ever feels.
Fucked up or fucked over, sober or straight, happiness comes in small doses. The five-second orgasm, the last chocolate chip cookie. You come, you eat it, you sigh, you feel guilty, you fall asleep, you get up in the morning and you go to work. That’s it, folks. Case closed. Final score: Cookie 12 — You 0.

This country needs to sit down and shut up. It’s about time we realized that nobody is happy. Canada’s not happy, Russia’s not happy, China’s not happy. Maybe we’ve all taken the American dream a little bit too far. It was originally supposed to be simple. Freedom of speech and the pursuit of happiness. And happiness meant you built a little cabin, you got a horse, a piece of land and an outhouse in the backyard. That was it. Sure it sucked. But you had freedom of speech so you could complain about it all you wanted. Now we’ve gotten unrealistic. Now we’ve got a new agenda. Freedom of speech doesn’t carry any weight anymore.”

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