Hell Hath No Fury.

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So I overheard this girl today talking about her issues with a guy. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on her conversation. I had to wait in line behind her and her friend. The sound of their chatter forced its way into my head. My brain had to process that information. I had no choice but to listen to them.

I got behind them in line too late to learn all the details. Whoever the man in the story was, he was messing up. This young girl in her twenties was red in the face with anger talking about what she was going to do to him. What I did find out was this man was not the official boyfriend yet. He was on the path to boyfriend-dom. If their relationship were a status bar, I’d say he was 75 percent boyfriend from how she spoke of him. He might have been a friend with benefits. She had strong feelings for him and thought he returned those feelings. Until he did something at a party with another girl.

The storyteller didn’t specify what he did with that girl. Clearly it was the wrong decision. She told her friend that now she had to do some “crazy bitch shit”.

Her exact words.

After that proclamation, the cashier rang up their chocolate bar and bottle of water. She and her friend ran like hell out of the store. Likely to do that “crazy bitch shit” that she needed to do.

This left me thinking. What was crazy bitch shit?

Her friend knew. She had no questions as they left.

was there just crazy shit? was there normal bitch shit? Why the emphasis on crazy?

At what point was a woman driven to do crazy bitch shit? What had this man done with this other girl? Was it deserving of having crazy bitch shit done to him?

I knew from the way she spoke that this wasn’t the first time she had had to do crazy bitch shit. She was very confident in her ability to do it to this guy.

I did not envy this man. He should have thought twice before doing what he did with that other girl. Now he has to live with consequences and have crazy bitch shit done to him.

If I were a religious man, I’d pray for him.

But I’m not.

Four Years Gone.

Today marks the fourth anniversary of my blog. How the hell have I been doing this for four years now?

On this fourth anniversary, I’m going to ask myself the most important question a person can ask themselves.

What would make me happy?

Finances

I want to get rid of my student loan. I don’t like debt. I want it dead and gone. I’d be be much happier living in a box with no debt than living in a mansion with debt. I can’t wait to have this weight lifted off my chest. I don’t want a big house. I don’t need a nice car. I want to make enough money to live well and buy some stuff I don’t need. I don’t need a movie theater in my house, but having one would be nice.

Location

I’ve spent enough time in New Jersey. This state is fine to raise a family in, but I want to get out there. Burbank, California is the goal for me right now. I’m hoping that by 28, I’m out of this state. I’ll be happy leaving America too. I’ll see if I can spend some time up in Canada. Maybe I’ll move out to Seattle.

Career

I made a promise to myself. I can fail at every other aspect of my life, but not the writing part. I will publish books and I will break into Hollywood if it takes me the rest of my natural life. If I let that dream go, I will have failed at my purpose in life. I can’t compromise that. Nothing comes before that.

Home
I want to retire to log cabin in the woods and live off the land. I’ve had this want for some time now. I wish I knew where it came from. I don’t know anything about gardening. But I believe I could find some peace of mind away from the world. I don’t want to spend my last days in a city or suburbs. I’ll move to one of the middle states.

I’m thankful that I know exactly what I want out of life at age 23. It’s all about gaining the resources to make those things happen. Baring any accidental death, I’m banking on getting twenty-seven more years out of life. Anything beyond that is extra time in the log cabin. I want to accomplish everything by the age of fifty.

Won’t be easy.