One of my favorite people that I worked with when I was a kid was a woman named Charice. She was a gorgeous woman who was very tall and thin but still had curves. After work, she would always buy me cigarettes and beer—just the sweetest person you have ever met! Yet she was never in a rush to get back home after the shift ended. So we would hang out, and I asked, “Isn’t your boyfriend worried?”
This person was going steady with a man who did construction. I met him on occasion and thought he was decent—nothing special, but decent. She stared at me and said she couldn’t afford to leave him. They had a house together and were underwater from the loan. Surely that piqued my curiosity about what was going on. What was worse was that she had eighty thousand dollars in student loan debt and couldn’t cum. She then started to light another cigarette and spoke words that hit me harder than a bullet. “You can’t declare bankruptcy on a sociology degree.”
This person clearly deserved better. She just wanted to have a little fun, but the pressure on her chest didn’t allow it. She just wanted to cum; I think that’s the balance we all have to consider. The weight of the responsibility we take on to get something nice. Or the counter being carefree and living under your means so you can cum.
I grew up very fortunately. My house was a house where I could come and go as I pleased. The people there were not construction workers who were just good enough, so you had to give them lip service. If I covered my expenses, I was free. Instead of pulling out debt the first chance I got, I spent long and memorable nights with people I really liked. Far from my family and those I disapprove of.
When you have great company, life seems splendid, even under duress. When you have money in your pocket with little to no overhead, You will be surprised at how happy you will be. What it affords is astonishing, on the other hand. Signing a lease with a person who is just alright for a year and having something nice that’s tainted is dreadful. If you can’t pick up and leave bad company, you will want to take out a payday loan for a rope to hang yourself. All bets on you cumming are off the table too.
Just be careful is really the message of the story. Was Charice at fault or bad, probably, but she was a lovable person who bought me booze and tried to tell me something useful. When she got with the guy who did construction, she was happy; they were experiencing a housing boom in construction. He had a lot of work to do. They went out all the time; the pressure was off both of their necks. Work slowed down, which is something you can’t predict. The cost of money increased because the market took a downturn. Then BAM! after seven years of being with this guy. She had to sit down in a room and spend uninterrupted time with the guy. She realized they had nothing in common.
This sounds outlandish, even laughable for a while. I thought, How could this happen in seven years? Although one of my childhood friends came to me crying, she was just a beloved girl. She has two beautiful kids with her high school sweetheart. She works full time at a lab, and she said the darnest thing. “Who am I with?” She is the caretaker of her high school sweetheart and two kids. The breadwinner and the person who is keeping the family afloat in all ways. The husband has turned into a manchild. He can’t communicate basic emotions, and what was an athletic body has turned into a thin man with gout who walks around the house in pajamas. The only marathon her husband runs is from any conversation with his wife.
She signed up for a handsome and popular man who did decent, not dead weight. He works at Walgreens and has vacant eyes. Not only can people change, but they can change for the worse; both of their families are Christians. What that means is that they will keep it together for the kids. Or, in English, social pressure and not financial pressure, like poor Charice. He can willfully not try and skate by. I don’t know about you, but people can’t throw up their hands once they entrap you.
She was one of my favorite people and one of the only people in high school I actually talked to. We both did track and field. She ran marathons and I pole vaulted; she always liked nice things and was very focused on her health. I started to smoke and hang out with older women. From time to time, we talk, but we don’t have much in common. However, I cherish really nice people; there is a finite number of them after all.
