Should you find yourself in a chronically leaking boat, energy devoted to changing vessels is likely to be more productive than energy devoted to patching leaks.
I shall now live by those words…
Should you find yourself in a chronically leaking boat, energy devoted to changing vessels is likely to be more productive than energy devoted to patching leaks.
I shall now live by those words…
Being the 22 year old college student that I am I decided to partake in the festivities of “Fat Tuesday” better known as Mardi Gras. Thinking it was going to be a fun filled evening of drinking margaritas, dancing, and watching girls make fools of themselves while trying to earn beads, how could I say no? So, after work my room mate and I trotted to Main Street in Huntington Beach to have tacos and delicious beverages. In my mind…hoping to meet someone of the other sex that actually had a brain and wasn’t obese and/or out of shape. Ahhhh, the disappointment I endured. The bar was filled with unhealthy and over weight people, giving a whole new meaning to Fat Tuesday. Now, I have nothing against being bigger, heck, I am not too little myself but what is with America and being so unhealthy. Pot bellies stuck out from every corner and people were still scarfing down one $2.00 taco after another, washing it down with a calorie filled beer or cocktail. You would think in that they would want to live longer and be able to do more activities, as well as looking good because Southern California is such a superficial place. After last night, I have decided to give up looking for a decent, good looking man…there just aren’t any in Orange County at the moment who aren’t looking for a “good time.” Instead, I will be focusing on myself, the gym, and less $2.00 tacos!
After driving by the ocean yesterday I had a thought; what would be the perfect living location if you were homeless? After a few moment of dazing off into space, envisioning myself in the mind of a homeless woman I came up with Southern California, but more specifically, the beach. Being lucky enough to live 3/4 of a mile from the ocean in Huntington Beach, not only is it beautiful, but I see my share of interesting things. One being a wide array of homeless folk living here and there. Why wouldn’t you want to live on the beach? Think about it…they have those showers outside, public restrooms, lots of people recycling/tossing their bottles and cans, the weather is usually somewhere in the 70’s, you can use the ocean for exercise, tourists always waste food and are slobs therefore they leave their scraps on the beach, and sunshine generally makes people happy which equals you collecting more money. I can see one downfall being the fact that cops in So Cal, especially Huntington, aren’t particularly nice to those without a home. With all that said, I count my blessing that I will never have to be in that situation and pray for all those who are to get a job and get it together.
Now I ask you…where would you live if you had to be homeless?