The title of this post has no meaning, at least to this blog post it has no meaning. However, if your an eternal ping-ponger perhaps it pertains to you, at least just the title anyway.
Here I sit, comfortably on a bench staring at these damn delicious looking Cheesy Garlic Bread Lays potato chips, in a Port Angeles Safeway. Homeless no doubt, but undoubtedly a forever changing chameleon to fast times engulfing me. Day number one of homelessness couldn't be better. I have applied to a job, played and conquered three rounds of disc golf (hit chains on hole 17...), e-mailed a lot of organic farms so as to not be homeless, and have made a terrible decision in downloading two Tom Cruise movies (leave your baggage at the door people, I'll watch Tom if I want too!). Now that I am here, I begin to ask myself what more can be gained from living in my car? Also, am I really safe from lightning strikes due to my rubber tires?
Things I've learned day one of being homeless:
1. Since you do not have a home, it is therefore hard to be lazy within comfortable, personal, living confines.
2. Since homelessness is uncomfortable, one therefore becomes more active.
3. Being active makes you feel better than a lot of other people that are no so active. +1
4. Even though you smell bad, you should still talk to the pretty ladies.
5. Cheesy Garlic Bread Lays Chips are a terrible thing to look at for too long.
As you can see, being homeless is beginning to lead me into my being of greatness. I can honestly look forward to tomorrow because I have nothing to do and nowhere to live. Why would I look forward to that you ask? Well, because I have nothing to do and nowhere to live, I therefore have an infinite amount of potential for amazing things to happen!
Infinite possibility leads to infinite potential, or something like that. I'm assuming no one will be able to beat me at disc golf, just because I am now going to play everyday after work and everyday, all day, when I don't have work. I will probably read more than the average human, because dogs are great. I will more than likely find something amazing to do and not be homeless for upon my return to the best Northwest. Ya know, the only downside to homelessness might be Tom Cruise movies (although I can't be a critic just yet).
So what have YOU reader gained from all of my thoughtful insight into my own well being? Perhaps you are ready to give that asshole landlord of yours the middle finger, shit on his doorstep, then pursue living nowhere yourself. Perhaps you won't come close to me, for fear of my smell (not that I showered often before being homeless). Maybe just a slight feeling of bleak confusion?
Well, no matter any way you look at it, I have to prepare for what lies ahead and live moment to moment! Did that make sense? You tell me! Post a comment or something. Perhaps follow me and my blog, just not in a stalker way... Maybe, just maybe you'll be the Grave Titan you've always wanted to be!
Smoocheese, fartcheese, and buttcheese,
Garbage Joe.
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