Wasn't that glorious?

Yep, quite the return to blogging I'd say. Life's been mundane. The world is scratching to survive, and I have finally, after a extremely long period of not, felt the anguishes of the financial crisis.

Being without a job sucks hard. Being without a job, missing rent sucks hard. Being without a job, missing rent, and accumulating tickets sucks hard.

All in all, the past few months have sucked hard. What have I learned from this? A little bit.

The only person you can really rely on is yourself. As much as you'd love to think you can help others, you REALLY have to make yourself the top priority. In all honesty, I should definitely take my own advice. I NEED to take my own advice. Damn myself to hell.

Point number Two, you can not sit around and fiddle your damn fingers when the world is moving. Remember that tale about the grasshopper and the ants? The ants busted their thoraxes of an ass and prepared for the winter, and the grasshopper was straight chilling? In a realistic world, that grasshopper would have been eaten the minute he rested his damn violin legs. A bird would have come down from the glorious heavens, and bit his self-loathing head off.
Why is he harbor the feelings of loathsomeness within himself? Because he has yet to explore the various options of the world. He found one thing he was good at, playing his violin legs, and kept at it. The Grasshopper never found out what other talents he may have had, but he was content with it. I'm a prime example, I think. I have not ventured out to try anything new. Same mundane schedule of nothingness, and it has not brought change. What the hell am I waiting for?

A giant kick in the bum.