My birthday is this Sunday. I will be forty years old. I guess the thing I’ve noticed about getting older is that I do have more aches and pains, especially in the mornings. I have to be more careful about what I eat too. I’ve noticed that too much caffeine makes me irritable and short tempered. Too much carb rich food like bread and pastas will make me lethargic and sleepy. Too much milk will unsettle my guts. It’s also easier for me to fall asleep. I do wake up at least once a night to visit the bathroom. I don’t desire sugar as often. I have little to no interest in sex, certainly not enough to start dating again. I have come to be more accepting of my weaknesses and drawbacks. I’ve learned to compensate and work around those weaknesses and drawbacks. Instead of looking for what’s going wrong in the world, I spend much of my time trying to figure out what’s going right. Even though I’m middle aged, I have more empathy for kids and young adults. I didn’t have much empathy for kids and young adults when I was a kid and a young adult. I’ve come to accept that everyone has their own struggles and problems, so it’s best to go easier on people overall. I’ve developed more of an appreciation for customer service workers like waitresses, cashiers, delivery drivers, shelf stockers, gas station clerks, etc. I have found that a good cup of coffee and a home cooked meal will give me more joy than going to clubs and chasing women ever did. And I learned that we as humans are far more adaptable and able to change than we realize, especially in the long term.
Been spending most of my time alone the last several days. And I’m actually quite happy with this arrangement. And why not? Most of my friends are going through the mid life crisis deals as my friends are in the mid thirties to early forties range. I have a college friend who was diagnosed with cancer several months ago who’s only a year or two older than I am. Most of my friends are struggling with debts and dead end careers, so they are constantly on edge about money. I’ve had friends suffer through divorces. I have a cousin whose son was diagnosed on the autism scale last year. My best friend from my teenage years lost her mother to cancer two years ago. Even in myself I don’t have as much get up and go as I did even three years ago. But I am in my late 30s. I’ll be 40 next summer yet I don’t dread it. I don’t dread aging as much as most of my friends. Most people think I’m weird or lying when I say I actually look forward to being a wise elder. I’m not lying or weird. I’m just ahead of the curve and no longer fearing the inevitable.
I admit I don’t have much nostalgia. I don’t long for the “good ol’ days” because, well, the good old days kinda sucked in many ways. When exactly were the good old days? Was it back in the 1990s when President Clinton was screwing his interns, computers occupied entire desks instead of fitting in shirt pockets, and the music of Tupac and Marilyn Manson were going to be the death of Western Civilization? Was it back in the 1950s when using the n word was okay but Lucille Ball couldn’t say pregnant on network television and the threat of nuclear war was real? “Better dead than red” people said back in those days. And people were worried about the corrupting influence of rock and roll music. Or was it in the Old West when boom towns like Dodge City and Tombstone were far more violent and lawless than any modern slum, women couldn’t vote, and bounty hunters got paid for Native American scalps? Or was it in the Stone Age when everyone ate fresh and natural food, drank clean water, breathed unpolluted air, had no laws, no villages, half of children died before adulthood, and writing didn’t exist. Even the 2010s will be considered the good old days in twenty years by nostalgic fools. Nostalgia is a desert mirage. It is imagined. It isn’t real. I haven’t fallen victim to nostalgia even though I’m on the door step of 40. Hopefully I never fall victim to nostalgia.
I definitely never want to be one of these bitter and angry old men who complain about the kids. Let’s get some thing real clear: every generation of “lousy kids” was supposed to be the death of civilization. And it never happened. If anything, most generations built upon what previous generations did and left science and humanitarian efforts further along than when they started. I have zero patience for people who complain about young people. Elders were complaining about how stupid and incompetent my classmates and myself were even when were in grade school in the 1980s. I have never forgotten how hurtful and unfair that was. I never will. And for that reason I will never pull that kind of crap on people younger than me. And it burns me to see people my age complaining about the kids coming up now. The kids are not more unruly or weaker now than in the past. The only thing kids have ever been guilty of is making old codgers realize that they will someday become irrelevant, they will someday die, and they will someday be forgotten. Kids make old people uncomfortable because kids make elders confront their own hypocrisy, stupidity, and that they were too scared or lazy to try to chase their dreams.
I’m now seeing many of my cohorts becoming bitter and resentful about the bad decisions they made in their teens and twenties. You should have left that dead end job and started your own business or moved to a different city. Yeah, you should have majored in STEM or went to trade school instead of majoring in humanities or general business. Maybe you should have paid off your credit cards before they become unmanageable. You shouldn’t have spent your teens and twenties partying, drugging, and having sex like there would be no price to pay. You shouldn’t have put up with abusive boyfriends or manipulative girlfriends. You should have called your mom more often. Yeah, you shouldn’t have cut ties with your siblings. You should have road tripped and traveled to foreign countries while you still had good health. You should have gone to seen your favorite musician the night they performed in your hometown. You shouldn’t have ignored that geeky girl or boy in your high school history class in favor of the school bully or queen bee. I could go on. But there are no do overs. Learn and move on. Quit romanticizing a past that never existed. Learn from your bad decisions and be glad for the good decisions you did make.
Got my lease renewed for this year. So I don’t have that hanging anymore. Also got a few new shirts in the mail from my dad this morning. Thanks Dad. I appreciate it. Ever since I went more minimalist than most people a few years ago I have less of everything, including clothing. This means I wear what I do have more often and have to do laundry often. Maybe I should pick up some more clothing just so I don’t have to do washing and replacing clothing more often. Unfortunately clothing wears out if you wash it a lot and wear it quite often. I found this out through my own experiences.
Been going outside more often lately even with it being a damper and colder than usual spring. I still don’t drive much except when necessary. I fire up my car at least every few days just to make sure everything is in proper order. Even though I no longer take road trips like I did even a few years ago, it is good to know I could if I had to.
I might be making a couple trips this summer. I have a family reunion in Colorado at the end of June I might be going to. And my twenty year class reunion is the first weekend in July. I’m still undecided if I’m going. Sadly, many of the people I spent the bulk of my time with in high school live far away and probably aren’t the types to go to reunions anyway. Some days it’s hard to believe I’ve been out of high school for twenty years. Other days, especially when I’m in the grips of mental illness, it feels like someone else’s life. An incredible amount has changed since I graduated high school in 1999.
I occasionally break out my high school annuals and photographs of high school and college friends. I remember when we graduated high school, one of the speakers said something to the effect that we wouldn’t truly appreciate the power and beauty of youth until we were older. So true. I guess the biggest thing I miss about high school and college is how easy it was to socialize and make friends in those environments. I was a geeky kid I admit. I would have been the stereotypical nerd in high school and college except that I had a lot of physical strength (but no coordination). I was on the football and track teams in high school and did intramural softball in college. I probably couldn’t have done any other sports as a kid. I wasn’t fast enough for soccer or coordinated enough for baseball or basketball or quick enough for wrestling.
Another thing about school and college I miss is the academics. Even though I never got straight A’s in any level of school, I still did pretty decent in classes. I did well enough grade wise and test wise to qualify for some really good scholarships. I am so, so glad I graduated college debt free. I couldn’t manage on a disability pension while paying off loans. It was tough giving up on the MBA program once I lost my graduate assistant job. But I wasn’t going to continue on in school if I had no way to pay for it outright. Debt scared me then and it still scares me even though I haven’t had debts for years. I don’t know if I even have a credit score anymore simply because I don’t borrow money.
My eldest nephew recently graduated middle school. He will be starting high school at a large suburban public school this autumn. So he may be going to college in four years. I don’t really have any advice for the youngsters except remain flexible and open to new experiences. We have no idea what jobs will be around in even ten years. Many jobs could be eliminated due to automation and artificial intelligence. Of course, many new jobs could be coming too. I can’t in good faith advise any kid on what career path to take.
I won’t even tell them to ‘follow your heart.’ I saw too many people take that advice and end up with degrees that have few job prospects, at least right now. Yet, I remember an interview Mark Cuban gave on a business news show a couple years ago and he said to the effect that if machines keep taking over jobs, then people with humanities and liberal arts degrees might be in demand more than even business and technical fields within ten years. Wouldn’t that be ironic; for years kids were discouraged from being arts and humanities students for fear they’d be able to do nothing but make coffee and work fast food. Soon we may say the same thing about accounting, business, and delivery drivers.
In short, we don’t know what will be available. In fact, the youngsters coming through the ranks may have to retrain every few years for new job skills. The tech and science isn’t going to slow down anytime soon. It is actually getting faster. We could be going into a really cool future but it could be a rugged journey to get there. The next generation or two could be quite rough as we navigate the biggest change to civilization since Industrialization got going in the lat 1700s and early 1800s. I hope we are up to the challenges.
My parents moved to Oklahoma City area a few months ago to be closer to the grandkids. They seem to be adapting to suburb life well. They joined a large church where they have lots of opportunities to socialize even outside of Sunday church services. And my dad, being a bit of a handy man from his youth on a farm, is absolutely thrilled that he lives only a few minutes drive from stores like Home Depot and Lowe’s. Mom is talking about planting a few trees and getting a garden going in the new backyard. Meanwhile, here in Nebraska we haven’t been above freezing point for over two weeks. But I guess as I learned from my brother who has worked in Oklahoma City area for twenty years now, that far south seems to get spring almost a month ahead of me where I’m at. I have been quite envious of how their winters are milder than ours (and my friends from Minnesota say the same about my winters) but I will be grateful that my summers won’t be as rough as theirs. I imagine I’ll eventually relocate to Oklahoma myself. It’s just a matter of time and doing the Social Security transfer paperwork.
Overall I am happy for my parents in their retirement years. I was worried about how they would adapt to retirement when my mom retired from the hospital and my dad sold his practice. They didn’t socialize as much as many people, at least not outside of family and church. My mom was on the town’s library board of directors and my dad was on the local school board back in the 90s and early 2000s. He got to sign my brother and I’s high school diploma. I did hear of a few examples of 18 year old high school seniors got elected to their local school boards and got to sign their own diplomas.
I guess I have gotten past the fact that I can’t just get in the car and go visit them on a whim like I could when they lived only a couple hours away. But then, I just don’t travel as much as I used to mainly because I no longer need to. I even recently signed up for grubhub.com, so participating fast food places in my hometown can deliver food to my house now. I now special order my clothing through a big and tall men’s webpage and they mail my orders to my door. Sure it is more expensive than Wal Mart or the old K-Mart, but the selection is much better and the clothes fit much better too. As I always had odd sizes. Before I hit puberty I was quite tall but really skinny. Never been anything between being overweight and really skinny it seems.
If I don’t feel like venturing out of my house, there are a couple places in my hometown that can deliver groceries, sometimes even same day delivery if I order in the early morning. I get most of my prescription medications sent through the mail now. One of my college friends joked with me that if he used my setups, the only times he would need to leave his house would be to go to work, get maintenance and gas for his car, and to buy his occasional beer. He may have been joking but that is about the reality for myself.
And now many jobs can be done from home now via telecommuting. I imagine it’s only a matter of time before this truly takes off. I have a cousin and his wife that can do most of their work from home if they so chose. The only time I need to go to my bank is to buy quarters for laundry and visit the ATM machine. I do all my blogging from my leather recliner (which was delivered from a local furniture store) in my living room. I have friends who take free online courses (not for college credits though) through MIT. I use Khan Academy and youtube videos a great deal when I need and want to learn something.
Maybe it will be telecommuting that saves some of these small Midwest and Southern towns that started drying up once farming and manufacturing got more automated and needed fewer human workers. With as bad as rents and housing costs are in the big cities I couldn’t afford to live in a place like San Francisco or New York, let alone Omaha or Kansas City. Maybe telecommuting is what will indirectly solve the affordable housing crisis here in USA. Might even solve the problems of higher education costs getting out of control. It also will cut down down on commuting time, so less air pollution from automobiles even if electric cars weren’t becoming more affordable and easy to find. As strange as it may sound to some people, future generations might look back and write history books about topics like how technology, science, and the open market solved problems like environmental pollution, resource depletion, poverty, and perhaps even end war. I think in some ways (at least much of the stats and data I have personally seen) all of these are beginning to happen.
Even though I don’t socialize in person as much as I used to, I don’t feel any less connected than I did in the past. Sure I do miss physical touch and intimacy, but I have adapted to socialize more online and on phone. I’m currently trying to get face time set up on my computer. But I have adapted to my reality and have found ways around not having much money or living near people with similar interests or not wanting to drive everywhere anymore. There was an old song about having the world on a string. I don’t have that, but I do more or less have the world with a few keystrokes on a computer with wireless internet. I can all my shopping and socializing and I don’t even have to wear shoes if I don’t want to. I can hardly wait until I can get a multi purpose 3D printer I can use in my house as easily as I now use my computer and phone.
Progress does sometimes seem to be slow, at least when we are in the middle of the day to day grinds and stressors. But given the perspective of decades and years, we as a civilizations and species have made an incredible amount of progress just in the last ten years, let alone my lifetime, and certainly let alone since my grandparents were born. All of this I do from home wouldn’t have been possible even in 2000. Yet, growing up in the 1980s the year 2000 was some mythic futurist time. Sheesh, other than fast than light travel, matter replicators, “beem me up Scotty”, computers who act like humans, and contact with life from other planets, we are starting to live much of what science fiction even forty years ago. I have hope. Everyone else should too.
Middle of the winter now. Haven’t ventured out of my apartment much the last few days. Too cold to go anywhere really. Been immersing myself in computer games and audiobooks more these days. I have to admit that I really have no desire to socialize in person much, at least not lately. I guess I have given up on finding anyone in physical proximity who shares my interests and concerns. I have gotten tired of neighborhood gossip and endless talks about politics and sports ball. Been tired of it for a long time. I haven’t even watched live tv since the college football bowl games around New Year’s Day. I guess I just lost interest in the mundane and normal things my neighbors can discuss for hours on end.
I have to admit that I find most of my social life on social media these days. I have excellent conversations with people from my tech and futurists groups. It’s like some of the conversations I had with friends back in college, when you would chat until sunrise and your throat was burning from chatting so much. During conversations like that, it’s like I could actually feel my brain getting stronger and more nimble. I loved those years. I can’t imagine how cool they would have been had I not had a mental illness to deal with. I can understand why many people are nostalgic for their college years, before the spirit crushing and brain numbing realities of having to spend over half your waking life at a job that most people aren’t well suited for just to earn enough money to live an “acceptable” standard of living.
Most people caught up in the day to day working ‘Oh God It’s Monday’ merry go round ride we like to call ‘being a productive member of society’ would argue I don’t live an acceptable standard of living. Most people would consider me a failure it seems. It seems that people either pity me or envy me for being on disability pension. Acceptable by what standards? Who decided what is and isn’t a productive member of society? Am I going to hell because I am not working myself into an early grave or not buying the big house and SUV type lifestyle? Seriously, what will happen if I don’t work myself into an early grave because I didn’t become a cubicle jockey or sell my talents for more money than I need to buy crap I never really wanted to impress jerks that wouldn’t shed a tear if I dropped dead of a heart attack tonight? Is God going to deny me access into the afterlife because I don’t have a credit history?
Let’s not con ourselves, most people work the jobs they do because they need the money to buy their survival, not because they are passionate about their jobs or their careers are a benefit to humanity and nature. I think that if money weren’t in issue, many people would find even more productive means to spend their days than sitting in traffic to get to an office to fill out reports that few people read or do work with their hands that, in some cases, could just as easily be done by machines and computers. Too many people work themselves senseless and joyless because, for whatever reason, they got too deep into debt pursuing the ‘dream life.’ Dream life for whom? Not me.
I never understood the point of borrowing money for anything besides starting a business, learning a trade, or buying a house. But with as fast as industries change anymore, owning a house can actually hinder a person’s career. I know people who have had to turn down very lucrative promotions because they owned a house and couldn’t get that albatross around their neck sold quickly. I also know people who were making six figures a year simply because they were flexible and could throw all their possessions in the back of a pickup truck and U-Haul trailer and be moved across country in a matter of a few days. It seems to be in the modern economy that being flexible, not having unmanageable debt, and having skills that can transfer into several different industries is the new security. To quote Randy Gage, “safe is the new risky.”
I am on disability pension, it is true. It was the only way I could afford my medications once I couldn’t be covered under my parents’ insurance plans. My mental illness also made the modern work place unbearable for me. Even as a teenager I knew I wanted to work in a small group or even alone and not have to deal with strangers for hours on end every day. Giving up my pre med course of study was one of the most painful things I ever did. It was essentially me having to kill the dream of having a career in science. I had wanted to work in as a research scientist since I was five years old. Even as a child my favorite Disney character was Dr. Ludwig von Drake, an eccentric academic with a German accent loosely based on Werner von Braun, Albert Einstein, and Sigmund Freud.
Even though I went on to study business the last three years in college, deep down I knew I would never use the business degree in a traditional job setting. But I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t want to go back home because there was nothing there for me. I didn’t attempt to apply for disability when I was diagnosed because I had no idea how bad this illness really was. I thought it was something that, while chronic, could be easily managed with medication and counseling. I couldn’t have been more wrong. The illness made traditional employment impossible. Since I don’t come from an uber rich family, I couldn’t live off a trust fund and privately pay for my medications and therapy. I went on disability because, well, I had no other option. I stay on disability because blogging and internet research doesn’t pay the bills.
Some people think that because I’m on disability I just sit around, watch porn, drink beer, and vape nicotine all day. Not so. Even my parents have no clue how much internet research I do when it comes to science, technology, and other academic topics I always wanted to study in school but simply didn’t have the time to. Since I have a disability pension, escaped college with one business degree and zero debt, and haven’t had a credit card debt in years, I can afford the life I want.
Right now, at this point in my life, I want to be the independent scholar writing a few blog posts every week and spending my evenings chatting with fellow science and tech enthusiasts. It wasn’t the kind of life I wanted even ten years ago. Back then I was working twenty hours a week, writing drafts for novels, making outlines for possible science fiction worlds, writing poetry every day, and studying philosophers ranging from Aristotle to Francis Bacon to Neitchze. I did the regular work world while on disability because it could be done. Got that out of my system after a few years and moved onto my current life as a blogger and scholar.
Where will I be in another five or ten years? I don’t know. But I don’t have to know. I just know I have probably faced the worst of what my schizophrenia has to offer and have survived into middle age. I have gained a few skills that, while not paying the bills, keep me busy and make me interesting. I don’t often tell people I’m on disability, but they seem quite envious when I tell them that I’m a freelance writer. My bank account will never make anyone forget the Rothschild family, but it doesn’t have to. As long as I can buy food, keep my rent up to date, keep my internet paid for, stay out of debt, and have enough left over to buy some basic clothing every few months, I’m happy with where I am at. I don’t need a ton of money or a prestigious career or a large family to justify my existence. If there is a Judgement that the dead have to face for their deeds and misdeeds in life, I doubt the Divine Judge will be looking at anyone’s W-2 forms or 401(k). He who dies with the most toys is still dead. He just doesn’t have to witness his kids and grandkids squander the inheritance his decades of toil and stress made possible. Hard work probably never killed anyone, but neither did taking time to learn things and appreciate nature and human achievement.
I admit to having been quite lax about taking care of my living quarters during the previous year or so. Mentally I was stable, but that was mainly because I didn’t leave my apartment much. I would stay home, read books, read online articles, watch science lectures and videos on youtube and curiosity stream, and ride my exercise bike a few times a week. Yet I wasn’t taking care of my place like I should have been. I used the excuse that I didn’t have guests very often and didn’t even really want guests. But, there are going to be times when people have to visit us even unannounced.
But now that I’m gaining an even stronger sense of stability with my schizophrenia, I’m taking steps to remedy these problems. I recently hired a cleaning person. She’s been to my place a few times. I think it’s going to work out well. I had gotten lazy about keeping on top of the place, especially after my back went bad several months ago. But I have lost some weight since the autumn and got some maintenance issues cleared up. I was lazy about clutter and while I could find anything I needed in my place, no one else could. In my occasionally paranoid state, I thought that by rarely leaving my apartment for any true length of time, I could make the problems manage themselves. Well, that wasn’t happening. Problems never take care of themselves.
I’m better able to stay on top of things because I asked for help. Breaking down and admitting when I need outside assistance is one of the toughest things for me to do. I imagine part of this is my natural paranoia (I was kind of paranoid even before I developed full schizophrenia), my illness itself, being still relatively young, and being a bachelor man. Some men are notorious about not asking for outside help until a crisis develops and I am definitely no exception.
My place is feeling more like a true home rather than a mad monk’s chamber in a medieval monastery. I received frames for the art work I had bought from an old friend for Christmas. Got those hanged on my walls. Now the place looks more cheerful and less dreary. I had forgotten how good wall decorations could make a place look. For the first several years out of college, I hung posters and pennants of my favorite rock stars, sports teams, and snarky but comical quotes on my walls. It looked like a frat house except no girly pics or deer antlers wearing hats and Mardi Gras beads. My first bachelor pads out of school had the antlers but my girlfriends probably wouldn’t have liked the girly pictures.
As far as decorations go, I have some nature artwork done by one of my old high school friends, a painting of an alien landscape inspired by science fiction literature done by an artist acquaintance (sadly lost contact with him when I withdrew from the local arts scene), and a world map with push pins in the countries where I had visitors to this blog from. The list of my countries I have not had visitors from is now quite short after almost six years of regular blogging. Even though the place is more decorated now than even this time a year ago, I’m still thinking about adding to my wall art collection. And yes, I am far beyond the age where things like stolen road signs, snarky posters, and alcohol advertisements are appealing.
Feeling quite well overall. In fact I would say that I’m quite happy overall much of the time. Yet living alone because of my mental illness, I really have no one to share this happiness with. Most of my friends, at least the ones in my age bracket, are married with children and in the middle of careers. I have several friends who are now divorced and struggling with life. I have a hard time relating to these friends simply because I never married. Even before I realized how serious my mental illness truly was, I didn’t have much interest in getting married. Growing up, I saw that many married couples were unhappy and having money troubles. Three of my best friends’ parents and three sets of my cousins’ parents went through divorces while I was growing up. It just seemed insane to me that my elders were chastising me for being leery about marriage when I was watching marriages getting picked off on a regular basis. I’m so glad that my parents didn’t pressure me into getting married or having kids. Now I’m watching some of my classmates go through divorces or having money problems in their late 30s. And I don’t have those problems.
I don’t feel guilty about avoiding the problems that many of my friends and family members have or had. It seems that most of the really good marriages I see out of my friends and family members came when the couple in question didn’t marry until their late 20s or even mid 30s. People can say that marriages in the “good ol’ days” lasted a lifetime. But many lifetimes didn’t last that long. And most people in bad marriages stayed in mainly because they had no choice, especially when mobility was extremely limited and there weren’t many career options, especially for women. Many people in the old days married more than once, not due to divorce, but because of the death of the spouse.
And let’s not kid ourselves, people change over the years. People develop different interests over the years. People develop different values over the years. I am definitely not the same person now that I was fifteen years ago, let alone five years ago. And one of the things that keeps me getting out of bed every morning is the idea that I can and will change over time given enough time and effort. Having said this, the person you marry at age twenty three isn’t going to be the same person ten years later, let alone forty. I tried to tell this to my classmates when we were in college, but many of them were like ‘love is forever’, or ‘love is all you need’, or ‘who broke your heart’. But here we are fifteen to twenty years later and some of my friends and classmates are finding out there was some truth in my theories. I’m not cynical by any means. I’m actually more optimistic than most people I know. I just see trends earlier than most people.
Even though I had a few really cool friends in high school, by and large my teenage years were difficult. In fact, in many ways, they sucked. I loved scholarly pursuits and I loved to play football at the same time. That made me an outcast among my teammates by itself. My best friend in high school was a girl, and most people couldn’t wrap their minds around the idea that it was possible to befriend someone you found attractive and not have sex with them. I suspect the big reason I didn’t get many dates in high school was because my best friend was a girl. But, looking back on it years later, I’m glad I did it the way I did. I do regret not keeping in contact with most of my other friends, but these guys aren’t the type to hang out on facebook or go to reunions anyway. I wanted to get good grades and good test scores in school, so that made me a nerd. I knew right away I didn’t have the hand coordination to go into the trades, so crushing it in academics was the next best thing. And I got excellent scholarships because of my dedication to academics. Sure there were many I didn’t qualify for because of affirmative action and equal opportunity deals. But rather than complain about what I couldn’t control, I did what I could. Namely take difficult classes, do well in those, nail the college board exams, and go to a college that would offer me good academic scholarships.
Even though I didn’t graduate in my preferred field of the biological sciences, I did graduate with a business degree with an emphasis on management and economics. I had no delusions that I was going to be the next Wolf of Wall Street, but I really wanted to teach personal finance and investing classes at the college level. That was before I realized I would probably need a doctorate in order to even consider having any job security in the academic world. Well, I didn’t want to go into student debt to do that. And I could tell my mental illness was getting worse even in my mid twenties. So I applied for disability insurance and moved to low income housing. I worked a part time job for a few years, mainly to prove to myself that I could. In mid 2012, I decided to leave the regular work world to concentrate on my writing and personal scholarly pursuits. I didn’t need to work as I could live off my disability pension. I can do this because I have zero debts, zero family obligations, have cheap hobbies, and I am a minimalist.
For years people told me I was crazy for not getting married, not wanting to have kids, not wanting to pursue the regular nine to five grind, not wanting to go bar hopping on the weekends, and not spending my money on crap I didn’t need to impress jerks I didn’t like. But I’m not even forty yet and I’m already starting to see benefits from being wise and not screwing up. The only really sad thing about this is that I find myself not having much to talk about with when I’m around my old friends. I don’t have a job I can’t stand. I don’t have problems with money. I don’t have a spouse or girlfriend I have personality clashes with. I don’t have an ex I’m send alimony to every month. I’m not making child support payments on kids I never get to see. I was able to separate the gold nuggets of wisdom tossed my way by my elders from the mountains of b.s. that some people tried to jam down my throat. I sometimes find I have more in common with members of my science and futurism groups on facebook than I do my classmates and even some of my friends.
People think I’m odd because I get along fabulously well with my parents, at least the ninety nine percent of the time I’m not having flare ups with my schizophrenia. Sure they were demanding and tough on my brother and I when we were kids. Sure they told us harsh truths about ourselves, the world at large, and didn’t give us the whole Disney fantasy fairy tale stories kind of childhood. As a little child in the early 80s I knew who Ronald Reagan was before I did Mickey Mouse. At age seven I could identify Carl Sagan before I could most movie stars and musicians. It made no sense to me as a kid as it seemed that some of my school mates were more care free and happy than my brother and I. We may not have been raised like warriors but we certainly were raised like scholars.
Now that I’m an adult I am grateful for the way I was raised by my parents and extended family. I am grateful I struggled socially as a teenager as that made me develop skills that some people never had to. I’m glad I got see what could go wrong in dating relationships and marriages without having to experience these tragedies first hand. I’m glad my best friend in high school was a girl. I’m glad that she and I are still good friends twenty years later. That probably wouldn’t have happened had we tried to force the friendship into a romantic direction. I’m grateful for the failed relationships and dead end jobs. I’m thankful I moved out of my hometown. I’m grateful for the years I lived alone. I’m grateful I got out of debt. I’m grateful for loving to read and write. Reading and writing give me a joy that I never found in any romance, job, etc. I’m especially thankful for the early struggles in my teens and early twenties with mental illness and bad jobs. I’m glad those struggles came in my youth rather than my current middle age. I don’t have a mid life crisis because I had my crises in my teens and twenties, learned from said crises, and adapted accordingly. I’m glad I didn’t have it easy early on socially, work wise, mental health wise, etc. I’m grateful for the early struggles. I’m glad I had to face loss in my early twenties as opposed to my late thirties.