Why Don’t You Get A Job And Act Like A Responsible Adult And Stop Abusing Those Poor Kids- In Reply To Calling Home- I’m Not Insane, You Are- The Nomadic Family Travel Blog, Budget World Travel W/ Kids,
You know what, I’m not fucking insane, you are. You are! You work ten hour days, miss out on your life, buy into the consumerism hamster wheel that keeps you imprisoned, and sell your soul to some propaganda-ed retirement lie. I’m not wrong, I’m not irresponsible, I’m awakened. Yes, selfish bitch that I am I do enjoy my husband cuddling, reading to the kids, talking for hours as we stroll through town, getting in shape, and being free. Child-abuser that I am, I refuse to raise my kids under the constant stress and time constraint of a over-productive, over-Jones, over-time-managed programmed life.
Would you really sleep better at night knowing that we’re working our asses off and passing each other in the hallway?
Would you really be proud if we sold our souls again to the white-elephant lie we can no longer pretend we can’t feel pressing down on our shoulders, heart, and soul, sucking the life out of us, disguising himself as “success” with a corner office, a new cell phone, a flatter screened tv, and new couch and car?
I should hope not, but, honestly, I don’t care too much about what you think, because we decide here, Kobi and I, not you. NO. NO MORE. I don’t know the future, I don’t know how exactly we will work out this vision we have to stay free, but I’m confident that as we keep chugging along the world will keep bringing us all the gifts and blessings (and money) we need. Amen to endless possibilities.
I know I”m usually much kinder, more politically correct, less offensive. Sorry, PMS. Maybe. I know I’m usually more crafty and cunning, more forgiving and understanding of the endless ways people can see life. Sorry, I just cut my fingertip off with a too-sharpened knife and got into a fight with Kobi. The energy had to go somewhere, right? Clearly, it makes sense to throw it up all over those most dear to my heart, and close enough to actually be able to smell the puke, and let it goop in slow mushiness down the side of their faces. So, so it is right now. So it is. We’ll let you know when things morph a bit. I’m sure they will so soon.
And writing this was 100% inspired by another horrible call home AND by Jamie at Great Big Scary World who recently answered the question: Why Don’t You Get A Real Job, and his answer was soooo good and I was so moved by the like-minded frequency that Jamie and I got talking, and he invited me to write a post on his blog on this topic. I ACTUALLY WROTE THERE WHAT I WOULD NEVER WRITE HERE CUZ I STILL WANT MY FAMILY TO TALK TO ME AND THEY WON’T READ THIS SO…. read it. You’ve never seen me write quite like this.
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