The Reality

The reality of all this really is that I should not only not be surprised, but I should have expected to be as financially degragate as when I came into this world. (that's a little of a pessimistic view, and I definitely don't think degregate is a word)

Either way, with all my study of economics and the financial system we were built into, my view of levels has been confirmed. If the middle class were supposed to be another thing, it would have. But it was not, it was formed to be an illusion. That this was the society that evolved. There are only 2 classes, the slaves and the rich. Hopefully, no one reads this because one might call a statement like such racist, even more so knowing I am a full grown white male. But I don't believe in race. I believe in people. And more so than that, on a side note, I believe our, all of ours, problem is that we put ourselves into a financial world. Granted, not all societies are as capitalistic as ours that creates such a phrase and idea as 'the American Dream', but we were still built into a system that we did nothing to create, and can thus only perpetuate.

But my point today, is only to write to prove to myself that I should have know of the consequences, and I was what I was, and am what I am. A slave. But, through all of that, it looked to be complaining, and that is not where I want the emotion and underlying thought to lay. No, rather, just to state that I am that position in life.

I paid 100K Plus to continue down the path that made me and remain into the debt that I was born to. My religion, more, my God, makes me feel otherwise, that we are meant to be slaves. I would say more to serve each other and Himself and not serve(service) financial assets in the form derivatives.

But then thus is my place on this great earth.

I feel this needs elaborated on more, and it shall be. At a later time, and hopefully a better place.

Really?

That is the question.

Actually, on the contrary, suprisingly it never does turn to that. And I'm so open with it.

I am an open book. Cliche. But true.

I sincerely try not to be, but I envelop all that would be meant by such a statement. Say one word to me, and I'm '...100K plus'. Its rather embarassing that with something so, well, embarassing, but even more so, personal, I would share this with just about anyone at the drop of a dime. I should keep something like this hid up inside and use it to fuel my success.

Ha, well quite the opposite, my friend. It's fueling my downfall. Downfall to where? I don't know, but downfall at best description. I thought that maybe I'd start back up another blog, cause we all know if you've had one, you've had a couple. But I thought I'd start it to finally put some of me, well more of me. because what is a blog but someone's thoughts. I thought I'd start it because before I tailored to what I thought would be interesting to others, for what odd reason I do not know, in that, there are millions of these. I tried to focus on the world and society, but it brought me down. And why did I start writing in the first place?

to understand me.

Which I still don't, and know that much less about the world and society. Because what am I more than a child of this world and a member of this society.

But I digress, as will always occur in such mindless writing where no boundaries are formed.

I am writing this to at the very least, bitch, because blogs were meant as such, in fact, many forms of media are meant for this exact act. (Describing it that way sounds so mindless, but in this day, a word such as this is very powerful in meaning. Especially in our dumbed down version of a country we deem the US of A.)

I am writing this because I am severly in debt, not just by any debt. I mean I'd be happy to be in debt to the purchase of an asset(a large one, preferably a house. A car that expensive would just be silly without a house. But, it would be a damn good looking house/car.) But I am in debt to a purchase of a piece of paper. A skill, I guess. More a scam,; one to keep you within those lines you were born into. Anyone can live the American Dream, but some have more and some have less. So, I am here today to say that I don't know what to do, leading me to believe that I have no flippin clue about myself and, for the better benefit, society.

The tipping point for this decision to allow myself to ever complain as I have named it and blogged it, was yahoo.com. There was a story of an NYU student who was over 97K in debt. Ha, she went to NY f'n U in NY f'n C. I'm going to pay $20 for a Big Mac there, let alone an education. Big Mac Index that!

I'm not saying I didn't love every second of it and it didn't change my life for the better.

But at what cost?

Well, funny you should ask. Half of my wages working for the average (Pittsburgh) salary. There's nothing to say for now more than I paid half of my life for a 4 (and a half ;p) year schooling and sheet of paper.

I'm just saying.