While I am in a much older bracket than you, when we were able to save etc., I can feel your anxiety and fear. It is real! Thank you so much for giving me some insight into the generational difference financially and emotionally.
I think I understand your pain. At a much earlier phase of my life I was in similar staits, but in the end I was honestly blessed. more than I could have even imagined. Life is odd, bizarre, fun and unpredictable. More on that in a private email.
You are far too young to be obsessing about this shit. But you seem to be obsessed with just about everything. Stop it. Clean your toilet. Paint your walls. Just don't drive to Pto. Veracruz at the moment.
You might even want to try a "magic" mushroom tour for your brain. I know you might be open to this. I have likened my personal experiences with psychedelics to enemas for the brain.
Un fuerte abrazo,
Tom
I came from humble, yet well-connected roots in the Pacific Northwest, where my people settled in the early 1800s. I always remember hustling for every dime I earned as a child doing chores in the 1960s. My parents were spartans, and I always assumed we were lower middle-class. We had a crappy Chevy 2 (not even a Nova) and later a stripped-down Dodge Dart in which I learned to make ddrive. It looked like shit but had a slant-6 engine that let me make death-defying power turns.
I feel your pain. I wasted my life on low wage slavery to Jesus Christ. I wish my extremely well off brother one would write me one check for $5,000 to play the lottery. 😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣
LOL I don't remember how I came up with the idea for that story exactly, but I remember my sister was sitting next to me on a bus in Mexico when I wrote it, ha!
Well, I know a guy in Coatzacoalcos who knows a guy in Pto. Veracruz who probably knows a guy in Xalapa ... I'll try to hook you up if you are desperate. Jajajajajaja.
While I am in a much older bracket than you, when we were able to save etc., I can feel your anxiety and fear. It is real! Thank you so much for giving me some insight into the generational difference financially and emotionally.
Thank you, Noreen!
Bien hecho, Sarah. Como siempre.
I think I understand your pain. At a much earlier phase of my life I was in similar staits, but in the end I was honestly blessed. more than I could have even imagined. Life is odd, bizarre, fun and unpredictable. More on that in a private email.
You are far too young to be obsessing about this shit. But you seem to be obsessed with just about everything. Stop it. Clean your toilet. Paint your walls. Just don't drive to Pto. Veracruz at the moment.
You might even want to try a "magic" mushroom tour for your brain. I know you might be open to this. I have likened my personal experiences with psychedelics to enemas for the brain.
Un fuerte abrazo,
Tom
I came from humble, yet well-connected roots in the Pacific Northwest, where my people settled in the early 1800s. I always remember hustling for every dime I earned as a child doing chores in the 1960s. My parents were spartans, and I always assumed we were lower middle-class. We had a crappy Chevy 2 (not even a Nova) and later a stripped-down Dodge Dart in which I learned to make ddrive. It looked like shit but had a slant-6 engine that let me make death-defying power turns.
Haha I HAVE tried mushrooms and 100% love them! The hard part is finding them 😂
I feel your pain. I wasted my life on low wage slavery to Jesus Christ. I wish my extremely well off brother one would write me one check for $5,000 to play the lottery. 😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣
LOL I don't remember how I came up with the idea for that story exactly, but I remember my sister was sitting next to me on a bus in Mexico when I wrote it, ha!
Did she like it?
Of course! I mean it’s obviously not about her haha in fact, I think this story was my first attempt at fiction!
I figured she did. I just was interested in her reaction to it being an English Professor and all.
Well, I know a guy in Coatzacoalcos who knows a guy in Pto. Veracruz who probably knows a guy in Xalapa ... I'll try to hook you up if you are desperate. Jajajajajaja.
You can't see my face, but I'm totally laughing :D
I figured you needed a good laugh. Saludos.
You left me hanging mid-air. What happened to the $75? The suspense is killing me...
Haha well, that’s how the story ends. 😂 Presumably, she’s able to invest and save a lot of it!