Okay, today’s blog title refers to something I call, “pulling a rabbit out of my ass one more time.” What this means is that I get into some financial jam due to some bullshit foul-up that’s not my fault or something unexpected comes across home plate and hits me in the head. Now, I can’t prevent either one from ever happening but going forward I am hell-bent and determined to be better able to field these foul-ups once and for all.
Here’s the thing with me: when it comes to money I have never felt like I was any good at managing it, and that I never would be able to.
That’s a bit complicated as I’m fond of saying.
I’ve read that a person’s initial money management skills come from their parents. My parents worked their asses off but I hate to say this, they weren’t perfect at managing money. They weren’t big savers because they had a precognizant awareness that they weren’t going to make it to retirement age and be retired old farts. They were right but for me that doesn’t let them off the hook completely. And I know it’s hard to read about me talking about my dead parents like this but they know where I’m at if they’ve got a beef with me on this.
So when I started out on my own I was not one to save and just felt like I had to scramble. I’m tired of that shit and going forward I am going to my dead-level best to keep from having to scramble and pray if shit happens. My income may not be a perfect nine-to-five wage job but I know what I can earn doing it. Second, I’m going to work my ass off to pay down shit once and for all. Third, I am going to save because I want a damn cushion under my ass, Finally, I have goals I want to accomplish and I am going to accomplish them.
Now, why the hell-bent determination here?
Simple. Assholes. Assholes who’ve told me I’ll never make it and that the deck will always be stacked against me because this world is a shitty place.
My response to that: “I’ve known that since I could remember getting knocked on my ass the first time in my life some forty-odd years ago.”
And each time I picked myself up off the ground and kept going. But I went along with my head held down waiting for that next kick and ready to apologize for it.
I’m not apologizing anymore for something I didn’t do wrong.
Second, I want anyone reading this to know you don’t have to apologize for getting up off the deck and not wanting to be kicked down there just because some asshole thinks they can do that to you. Don’t let assholes tell you that you can’t do something you want to do. Just because someone runs their fucking mouth doesn’t mean you have to listen to them and do what they tell you, even if they’re in a position of authority. Respect for authority is earned, and if someone isn’t earning that then don’t give it to them.
To anyone reading this I want to you to know if you are not causing harm to anyone or anything, you’re doing just fine. And if someone doesn’t like that, I don’t give a fuck who they are, to hell with them. It’s scary standing up to assholes in this world but as my father used to say, fear is what keeps you from stepping the path of an oncoming bus. I say don’t let fear keep you from getting on the bus to get to where you need to go, or want to go.
I know most of us aren’t given a lot to work with. That’s just life and I’ve never expected a lot to begin with. But to say that you can’t make something work at all is wrong. That is a lie so full of bullshit you can almost choke on it from a mile off.
Don’t let bullshit do that to you. Stand up to it in your own way. That way can be with your head held high and your words strong and true. Or with your held high and moving along on your own path. Either way will work just fine.
I’m sharing this here because I honestly don’t think I’m the only one who needs to hear this. And this isn’t a verbal ass-chewing either. It’s a statement of fact, strength, support, and encouragement. These are the things we really need in this world. We don’t need naysaying ignorant, hateful bullshit anymore.
The time has come. And the choice is yours so make it a good one.