Opportunity doesn’t knock for everyone…… and even then, when it finally does, by then it feels like it seldom comes.

I’ve been gifted with opportunities to “survey diversities” in people since a horribly youthful age. As I experienced it through my own maturity’s development, so much seemed unnecessarily trivial to me. A romantic “preference” of mine has always been older women for that very reason. Simply put, younger women are often immaturely unwise, unnecessarily temperamental, and emotional shallow. They’ve got average-going interpretation capabilities of tadpoles, and intellectual restraint of misbehaved, sleep-deprived teenagers on methamphetamine.

An atmosphere where I can just BE for the last thousand days has made a world of difference. Intellectual relaxation aides the mind & subliminally releases tensions in times of stress or conflict. The ability to separate temper & emotion from logic & reason was once so complex. Now, not so much. Dehydration isn’t nearly the issue it was (if anything, I drink too much coffee. The things I’ve wanted so badly to focus on, both recreationally and creatively, now each have their endeavors. Enjoying both as positively, perpetually, productively and PROUDLY as possible has always been my goal.

Don’t Give Me That ‘Do Goody-Good’ Bullsh1t

Fifteen years ago, I thought I had “an answer” three-quarters of the way across the country. Lo and behold, and reunion & a cross-country trip later… and I’d not only left California for my first lengthened time, but it was FREEZING where I’d landed. A romance-driven, crisis-motivated sudden event prompted the relocation. Now, abruptly, here I was in f$$king Antarctica.

Even then, a trip to Vegas based on work opportunity didn’t situate me much more comfortably. I went from enduring lows of almost -40°, to dealing with highs that damn-near hit 140°. I sh1t you not. I felt like I was on the Saudi Arabian peninsula of Hell. Needless to say, though it was fun, it was but one leg in what became a cross-country, international adventure. I’ve been part of moments I never pictured… I’ve seen things unexpectedly & had experiences I’ll literally never linearly see again & or like I did… from MY perspective.

After a medical emergency cost me the job we relocated to Nevada for, it got even better. My ex gave me two months of menstruating misery before she up-and-disappeared one day, while I was at work. Returning to an empty Vegas apartment post-workday… I found her clothes, her XBox, one of our cats and all her “accessoies” outright gone, as well as her. Thank the Lord almighty for at least one of those departures. To this day, I still love & miss my Mufasa Kitty.

Go Get a Good Job With More Pay, and You’re Okay

Fifteen years ago, I thought I had “an answer” three-quarters of the way across the country. Lo and behold, a reunion & a cross-country trip later… and I’d not only left California for my first lengthened time, but it was FREEZING where I’d landed. A romance-driven, crisis-motivated “sudden event” motivated the relocation. Now, abruptly, here I was in f$$king Antarctica. Within a year, long enough to experience one northeastern winter, I was done. She invited me up there to feel frostbite. Now, I was going to give her the opportunity to experience an almost-obese heatstroke.

It didn’t last long. She couldn’t viably handle it in the southwest the way I did in the northeast. For the entirety of our time together, she never worked a job. She barely contributed anything to household expenses or responsibility-based, at-cost items. She barely ever even cleaned herself. If it involved her waking up, eating-in, not getting stoned, not being entertained or having to tackle a chore… she was hiding in the bedroom. I’ll be honest…… the day I came home to an empty apartment, I instantly felt about 46 tons lighter.

The irresponsibility, uncertainty & insecurity didn’t stop there. Another from high school, upon my divorce’s initialization, offered for me a place to land upon relocation… as well as a “friend” to “play with” upon arrival. Considering that she wore a J-cup bra, and since we’d known each other since high school, the visit was overdue. I ended up at her place for about 90 days… whereafter I neurologically malfunctioned, and she had Police remove me from her home for it.

A New Car, Caviar, Four-Star Daydream…

What was intended to be a trip from Vegas-to-So-Cal for reprieve… quickly became a finished tour of FOUR states in two countries. Even then, given all I’ve lost. all I’ve seen & done, all I’ve hurt for & loved, and all I want but never got… I’d do it all again.

When a western-US employment opportunity presented itself, I accepted with haste. I put all my earned/saved-money, plus my advance, towards an apartment & a way to get to it. The way I saw it, it was:

… or so I thought, at first.

Money…… Get Away……

For my first time ever, I’d left California seeking residence elsewhere by 2014. My destination sufficed for a year, though their weather had a lot in common with Hell’s when it freezes over. Suddenly, within a year of arrival in Nevada, I was playing “house-to-house” by way of friendships & family. A marriage had ended, I’d lost more than one job, I was left to drown in my crisis… and suddenly, no one gave a f$ck.

Meanwhile, the ex-wife… she’s probably gained 30 pounds. She’s probably committed to a lumberjack or mechanic, and she’s definitely staying inside in the Spring to avoid frostbite. I wish I could say I was jealous of her geography.

(………… just kidding. Her geography, and Football teams, both suck.)

“I’m in the hi-fidelity first class traveling set… and I think I need a Learjet”


~Roger Waters