Good morning ~ did you know this thread is on the Hot List? It's going to attract all kinds of strange people, including me. I got up early for a status conference at Circuit Court, set at 8:30, turns out it's actually tomorrow, so I had time to kill that I would ordinarily have spent sleeping. The courthouse is a depressing place, and I wish I could figure out a way to make a living not going there, but that's for another day.
In response to your story, I have one not dissimilar. When I was 17, I ran away from my father's house and started living on my own ~ couldn't take the constant belittling yadda-yadda ~ I had experience working as a waitress when I lived with my mother, so I did that, and made enough money for a little apartment and could pay the bills and buy food and all, I was doing OK. One of the waitresses I worked with talked me into trying go-go dancing, because the pay was really, really, good, $20 a night with a top on, $25 topless, and tips, I could make maybe $50 in 5 or 6 hours, which was fabulous money back then. But I didn't have a car, so I used to have to get a ride home with someone I knew.
I remember one night I didn't have a ride, my boyfriend had a night job, and no one else was around, and I was walking back to my apartment, it was 2:00 a.m., and I was wearing ordinary street clothes, probably blue jeans and a tee shirt, too much makeup, and probably sandals, I was about 18 years old, and the neighborhood was completely deserted, except for the occasional bar. I guess it was about 20 blocks back to my apartment, and I felt like such a fool. I passed men on the street who made comments, and men driving by in cars shouted things at me, but no one actually bothered me.
The things we did when we were kids ~ if my kids do any of the stupid things I did, it would give me a heart attack.
There's a connection between wanting to do something else for a living then, and wanting to do something else for a living now ~ I think this lifetime is going to be spent trying to figure this out. |
