Yard Sale

Accountability.  Right.  Okay.  I got this.  I have a closet/entire apartment that is filled with junk.  Well, not literally filled.  Okay, the closet is literally filled with junk, but that's not the point.  The point is that I've been promising myself I would clean it out.  I don't need junk, it makes me look messy and I don't use it.  Some of it might be sell-able like old textbooks, but I guarantee that over half of it could be stuffed in the garbage or dumped at Goodwill.  So I'm writing it down in black and white.  April 10th, 2014.  Tomorrow.  I will clean my closet.  I will post the results.

I wonder if anyone else ever fantasizes about being a hobo.  I know in reality it's probably terrible being destitute, but somehow I have this vision of it that just sounds amazing.  Traveling from town to town, walking, hitch-hiking.  Taking odd jobs to make a living.  Running scams to earn some fun money.  It's such a freeing idea.  Camping out in a cardboard box in some woods next to the highway doesn't sound so bad.  Eat a can of tuna and dream about what's at the next mile-marker.  I think there's a better way to feel those feelings, but the fantasy comes back every now and again.  I think if I ever make it big, one of the first things I'm going to do is go backpacking across America.  Just leave all the stress and expectations behind and walk away.  I'll go into the cities and talk to people not fortunate enough to have my freedom.  Ask them what their city is like and discover my country on a personal level.

I've got one last thing I want to rant about tonight.  Today at work my boss was lecturing me on how I tie my cables.  That's no problem.  I can take criticism and to be honest he did it in a very instructional way, but I guess I didn't look very enthused.  He says, "I guess you're telling yourself you don't need to learn this because this isn't what you really want to be doing, you really want to code.  Well, you got any job offers for being a programmer?  I didn't think so.  So in the meantime you might want to learn this stuff."  I felt insulted.  I still feel insulted, trying to tell me that I'm not good enough to be a programmer.  I used to let this sort of stuff get me down.  I'm not going to let that happen anymore.  I'm going to use his spurn of my dreams to move me towards my goal.  I do want to write programs.  I do want to have a career doing what really interests me

and I will.