Poor, unsocial but that is OK, really
• Quotidian
If I told you how little money I make you'd be shocked, you might even pity me. I've been a self-employed used bookshop owner for over twenty years but my momma didn't raise me to be a merchant prince. She would've been delighted, but nothing in my upbringing equipped me to grow into a valiant capitalist with a keen eye for the main chance and a instinct for the opportune moment. Growing up I thought I'd become a mathematical physicist, an academic and scholar, maybe even a writer. I lost interest in the first, found that I loathed college as much as high school and haven't the need, knack or chutzpah for the last.
Instead I spent my youth as a market research interviewer, then a Field Supervisor. Eventually I opened Books Do Furnish A Room, cultivated a changing series of hobbies and just futz around. I have enormous reserves of futzing, dawdling, temporizing and will never run out.
Working for myself is more than enough compensation for not having money (or has been until recently).
If there were a list of the least social people in the world I'd like to think I'd make it. Not that I'm unsociable. I'm good at keeping myself amused and if I were the last man surviving a nuclear war would do OK as long as their were books to read and food to eat. Not that I wouldn't miss all of you a little.
Continues as: Visits from folks I like.
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As a starving artist I understand all too well. I’m happy in this place I’ve found.
“Not that I’m unsociable. I’m good at keeping myself amused and if I were the last man surviving a nuclear war would do OK as long as their were books to read and food to eat. Not that I wouldn’t miss all of you a little.”
Amen
Posted by: Tim Who? | February 22, 2004 8:39 PM