I was thinking... I need a hobby and I need money, so why not combine the two? Why should my hobby COST money, like mini golf or bargain shopping?
I want making money to be my new hobby. Or rather, since money is so stupidly dry it's unfunny... I want my new hobby to generate capital for me. To quote a good book on breeding betas: "For Fun and Profit"
At first I thought of labor intensive ways of making money, but there are two problems with that: 1. It quickly ceases to be fun. 2. You can't make it grow exponentially like you want.
Then I thought of fleecing people to make money. But that didn't sit well with my conscience.
So finally, I have a new hobby, and the first leg of this journey is finding out what it is that I have that is marketable... and doesn't involve being neked or lewd...
The first thing I have to do is say "no" to my favorite hobbies that COST money. I will still do them, but I will cut them back to reduce them to about two or three hours per week each.
The next thing I will do is get a weekly planning calendar that I print out for free, and block out considerable time per week for my new hobby.
And after that... who knows? Will the fun be fun? Will the profit be phat? I'll tell you what. It will be one cartwheel better than spending seventy or eighty dollars monthly to watch four hours of television DAILY.
Get a Life People!!!
(My not-so-humble opinion.)
My grandma called me. "I'm watching the fireflies," she said. "I wish I was there," I said. I'm eating a chocolate-covered graham cracker," she said and then paused, and laughed. "I guess life is pretty good," she summarized.
I set Twitter up to my phone tonight. I thought about what I would have to say. I don't want what might be termed googlemania, spot-smart data, or lurkers anonymous to know how my day goes.
Sometimes I used to wish someone would ride shotgun with me through a normal day at work, at lunch, and at the gym. These were things that were normative... how would it change it to have a witness, an audience? It wouldn't really change at all, but somehow I wanted someone to see: this is what happens to me, this is what I do, this is what I'm responsible for, this is what I enjoy, and this is what I'm passionate about.
But Twitter... is soo soo, like creepy. Like I don't want them to know when I'm where. Seriously.
I'd rather use it as a vehicle for "deep thoughts," platitudes, or stupid laughs. Nothing patentable. They'd steal it in a heartbeat. And PLEASE do not tell Everywhig when I'm at the freakin grocery store!! I mean what would be the good of that?
I still think it's creepy.