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|    aye to Noah    |
|    Re: I came to the conclusion    |
|    10 Jul 21 16:52:30    |
      XPost: alt.buddha.short.fat.guy, alt.philosophy.taoism, alt.supp       rt.schizophrenia       From: being@apolka.sign              Noah wrote:       > aye wrote:              >>Being content, knowing how being alive, a form of Life,       >>might require work in some form, even if only as a bum,       >>enabled me to endure a work-place environment, aye.       >       >Yes, work in some form.              Aye. Was okay being a bum, hitch-hiking around, riding       freight-trains, walking the Road. What dawned on me       was how, getting up each morning and doing that       reminded me of work. Work! Oh well.              > But not necessarily the situation where you       >hunt rabbits all day long and then give 95% to the boss, if you catch       >the metaphor.              Hyperbole makes a bit of horse sense.              > Better to bring one rabbit home, which pleases the wife       >who prepares it and feeds it to happy children whose play is not       >supervised, who know how to entertain themselves, who do not need       >expensive toys, who enjoy you and you enjoy them, etc. All YMMV, of       >course.              Growing up in a valley called, the Valley, in the 50s and 60s life was       somewhat as you describe for me. Dad brought home the bacon.       Mom let us do as we pleased. Doors were never locked and       that lasted until the city crept in on its big cat feet.              >>- for a spell ...       >       >Notice, I am not talking about the 1%. Or even about professionals,       >necessarily. Although I might be. There is the situation where the       >professional feels cramped by the decisions of the 16 year old he once       >was.              Not being a professional, being a blue-collar worker was fine with me.       Giving Washington what belonged to Washington was not a bother.              By the time, the 80s and 90s rolled around, houses cost double,       relatively speaking. Instead of 1/4 of one man's paycheck to pay       for living quarters it cost 1/2, then, basically all of one's pay.              Still, for me, life was good.       Having a roof and a steady job wasn't all bad.              - still is, when, aye, being still is ... Thanks! Cheers!              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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