Mo’ Diversity! (a mind-dump of sorts.)

No, I ain’t goin’ all libtarded on ya.

Instead, I share a quote with ya, then I’ll expand on my thinkin’

“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.

Robert A. Heinlein” (emphasis mine)

I was reminiscing last night about a conversation with an employer-past: Buddy of my landlord, and I was working for him as a carpenter/site foreman under the table after the great separation from ‘reality’. (not a divorce as we weren’t married, and good thing too.) But I digress,,, We were hanging at his house, having a BBQ for all the peeps he kept bizzy in the world, and of course there were adult beverages involved,,, But he asked me how the hell I knew so damned much, and tried to tell me I was full of shit about the jobs I had had over the years “theres no way you had the time to do all those things,,,,“

Well, YES, yes there was, if you account for the fact that there were sections of my life where I was running 2 and 3 jobs back to back, day to day. A time where I was a 3rd shift short order cook at Ze Wafflehaus, (y’all know the place, but I don’t wanna tread on copyrights) AND opening manager for a corporate food chain in the same time frame. Or the time where I worked in a transmission shop as an R&R tech and was doing tattooing out of my living room at night. Or being a stock clerk at a major chain retailer, while building my Production company in the entertainment arenas. (which DID take off until I was sidelined by a greedy venue owner, and jumped ship to a National Touring company.) Or when I wrote a couple of books (in the side bar) while working as a welder/fabricator, sometimes spending entire nights at the keyboard, until the sun was on the rise and ‘time to make the donuts’ came on.

I’ve been all over the damned place. The only time I have ever held ONLY one job was in the middle/late 90’s when I was an ASE certified Drivability Tech. Engaged to be (re)Married and SERIOUS about it.

When that soured like spilled milk in the sun, I fell back to my mentality from 92 and “I’m gonna live by my rules, fuck the world” and started doing anything and everything that interested me, and would work shit jobs to keep the income flowing as I went off on tangents of interest.

Yes, I had the time. I MADE the time, at the expense of “Success” by societal standards.

And I regret it not at all.

My regrets are of the personal relationship nature, but I won’t go into details of that here, other than to say, “there are evil people in this world that do not like you to be happy”. My family knows of whom I speak.

I have memories. I have skills. I have STORIES i could tell you,,,,

I TOTALLY understood the emotions in that clip,,,, Things that I’ve done and seen that most average people refuse to believe because “theres no way you had the time to do all those things,,,,”

And only because they didn’t (make the time) That’s called “Jealousy” in the home town I grew up in,,,,

Be DIVERSE and thats the only “Diversity” I abide by. This Libtarded definition lowers the bar to sewage levels of ‘acceptance’ and does nothing to promote “Be a better version of yourself”. Note, I didn’t say ‘be a perfect version’,,,, because perfection is a direction, not the target. The target is to be a human that is capable and humble in that,,, I am not writing this to brag, just trying to put forth my thoughts on “where I came from”

and where I am going,,,,

I won’t ever retire,,, I know this. even if I hit that retirement age to collect on the socialists’ promise, I won’t quit working. I can’t. I don’t know how, and fear that I would fall through a crack and snuff out my existence if I stopped “Doing”. I may shift the direction to “just the fun stuff” but in my little world, “fun” usually looks a whole lot like “work” to some people. Building kayaks, or making bows, or rebuilding engines for shits and giggles to see “how much more can I squeeze outta this’un?” type stuff.

Much like this morning. I had three bows out in the yard, throwing arrows down range, methodically: three arrows from this bow, observe HOW I aimed this’un over that’un. What hold works best for which? etc etc,, Some people would call it boring, but I passed away 2 full hours and enjoyed myself completely.

And here in a few hours, I am going to be under the hood of Bloo, ‘working’ and having a daggum blast doing it. And when its all said and done, my day will have FLOWN by. Not the drudgery of ‘work’ that drags a day out to torturous levels.

I do what I want, and that ‘want’ is all over the daggum place, and my experiences are as well. And I scare some people by, not what I know, but the VOLUME of what I know, and DO,,,,

and that, Makes me proud and Humbles me at the same time. I don’t run my mouth ‘around town’, I just “DO” and the word gets out. (and I can’t tell you how many times I have blown up on a braggart with words to the gist of “Shut up and SHOW US, dont’ tell us”. ) I try to lead by example, IF you consider me leading anyone,,, I prefer to think I just ‘AM’, and live accordingly, at my whim and in whatever directions the MUSE takes me this week. (which has been back into electronic studies for some unfounded reason,,, I’m sure the MUSe will fill in the blanks on that when the time is right.)

LIVE

LEARN

LAUGH

LOVE

LOAD!!!

and be HUMAN, not some animal in the tresses of the plow.