Married + kids = Stable Career Guy

We live in an increasingly complex world where the one thing that people look for is stability. This is true especially for employers. They wanna make sure the person they hired isn't gonna show up to work drunk, and grab the receptionist's ass on his way to the coffee machine. So they look at one's history, and do a background check, and go through all these hoops and hurdles to make sure the person is "stable". However, I find more and more that in the business world nothing yells out stability like a marriage with children. If your married, and have children it some how means that you are a stand-up guy, and you are grounded and have an even keel.

Ironically, I think this is a fucking joke! Some of the biggest degenerates I know are married with kids. Albeit, they are in positions of management when it comes to their careers, however if you ask them they will also admit that for some reason a marriage shows stability. This absolutely cracks me up, because these are the same jerks that are cock-blocking my unmarried ass from the cute blonde at the end of the bar during happy hour. I just don't get it. In today's day and age, I don't understand how employers still associate marriages with stability.

I mean if I ever owned a company and I saw someone with a marriage, just knowing some of the married people I know I'd see it is a liability. I'd think to myself "how long can this cock-sucker get away with this before the wife leaves with half, and he asks me for a raise so he can afford the child support?" I know its just me. Maybe I'm crazy for thinking that someone who takes their time and gets married later in life, but isn't at risk of messing it up because their happier with their marriage is more stable than the newly married 28 yr old whose got the libido of Ron Jeremy.

Don't get me wrong, this doesn't apply to everybody. Just 95% of the married management workforce. Oh well, you live and you learn I guess. I mean if you think about it really the married people that do fuck around probably wouldn't be so "stable" if they didn't.

Dirty Balanced Sex

All men are created equal. However, men and women, now that is a completely different story altogether. Living in a modern society with civil and women's rights allows any chap to clearly understand that men and women are not created equal.

There are differences for example in business between men and women, and there are also differences in relationships. For example, a woman may think its okay for her to talk to her ex-boyfriend, but she will forbid her current lover to do so. At the same time there are inequalities in the business world between men and women, where a man may get a certain job over a woman.

Sex is the universal equalizer. Sex is the one place where a man does what he wants to when he wants to and (in most cases) the woman enjoys every bit of it. The "dirtier" it is, the more mutually its enjoyed.

I've realized in life we all keep our double standards, where we want our partners to act one way, even though we don't necessarily act that way ourselves. However, its sex that keeps us going, its sex that keeps us pursuing new relationships when others have failed, and you better believe its sex that allows a man to feel like a man and a woman to enjoy every bit of it. Its exciting, its pleasurable, its a power trip, and most of all if its done right it can even be beautiful. I almost think of it as god's way of keeping the balance, and a tool given to us to pass the various obstacles in the journey of life.

The Run of My Life

I agreed to help my sister move out of her apartment in Boston. I had to take a bus up there. To get to the bus, I had to take a train. To get to the train I had to drive home, park my car, and then get a ride there. Be that as it may for my sister, I was willing to go thru all the trials and tribulations that lead up to me finally getting a Uhaul and dragging all her stuff down to wonderful New Jersey.

Anyhow, with all the hoops and hurdles I had to run thru, I was bound to run late and I did. I couldn't believe how late I actually ran. I missed the first train I had to catch and that set me back by 40 minutes. Which inevitably left me late for everything else I had to catch. So as I was on my second (of 3) trains, I decided I was gonna change my plan. I decided I was gonna take the Path train to the World Trade Center and risk getting to the bus to Boston.

So finally, I had my mind made up. My bus ticket was non-refundable, and if I missed it I'd probably have to buy another ticket, and wait an hour. I got off the train at 5:45 PM at the world trade center, and I had no idea which way the Bus was. I figured I can catch a cab. But like I said, it was 5:45 PM and getting a cab was practically impossible. There was a cop on the street and I decided to ask him if he knew which way Canal Street was. "Yeah, about 9 blocks that way". I took off. With my work clothes on and a duffle bag hanging across my body, I took off in the direction of Canal street. I ran passed people, on the street, jumped over objects, and accidentally hit innocent pedestrians without realizing it with my bag.

"You okay!?" a cop yelled. I said "which way to the Fung Wah bus?" He yelled "Five blocks up that way". Once again, I took off. This time it was worst because I was in China town, so it was packed. I didn't have a watch and couldn't gauge how much time I had, and on top of that it was up hill. For a split second, I decided I should quit and then it hit me that I ran too hard and too far to quit. So I sucked it up, and ran with all my might towards the bus.

I arrived at a red light. There was tons of New York City traffic between me and my bus. I waited, let the light change, and sprinted towards my bus. With sweat dripping dripping down my body and onto my fingers I grabbed my ticket and gave it to the Asian lady. I boarded the bus, looking like I just stepped out of a shower with all the confidence in the world.

I sat down and put my bag down and pulled out an extra t-shirt to dry off. It was in that moment I realized the power of Pushing. In that ironic stupid little moment I knew I had what it takes to get something done. Its a beatiful feeling.