Happy Thanksgiving

There's no lonelier feeling than sittiing at Thanksgiving dinner, surrounded by family, knowing you have nothing in common with any of them.

More Sock Puppets--I Guess

If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal, not to people or objects. — Albert Einstein

It's hard to be happy when you can't put on your socks. I wouldn't have guessed it, and no one has written a book about it, but it's true. It starts your every day with a simple task fail. Great.

And your shoes slow rot.

Dramatic effect intended. Not that the smell of Nike necrosis wouldn't have tipped you off to my problem. But how, you wonder, did this happen?

I attached my back to the happiness of others and let them have their way with it--for money. Not even a lot of money, barely money to keep me lubed and ibuprofened enough to keep showing up. In pursuit of their goals, or their boss's goal, or their boss's mother's goal, but never in the pursuit of mine, Life requires money and money is sold time, I get it. But the question I should have asked a long time ago is: How much of life am I willing to sell? How much damage to me for lunch money? Apparently, needing forceps and a rolled up magazine to pull on socks worth. This is several blogs ago news now, however the lack of a workable solution keeps it topical on Planet JOHN.

There is a simmering hope out there in the form of discontent salted with anger. If I were happy with my life right now, I would be worried about me right now. Fact is channeling discontent keeps me up at night wondering why I'm not awake and going forward. That's positive.

And you know what else is positive? My Zazzle store. They handle production and shipping while PayPal handles the money. The only solution I can see at the moment. Let's hope it's a good one.