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When I came home from summer camp in 1999 I got a job at Starbucks.  I enrolled in community college.  I worked full time 45 minutes from home and was enrolled in 15 units.  I did well.  As a matter of fact I was asked to become an economics tutor and picked up a second job.

I liked my fast car.  It was expensive.

So I worked, one thing led to another and I was working 60 hour weeks as a manager.  I didn't sleep.  I didn't need to.  Sometime around 2005 I realized I missed life.  It spinning around me at 5000 miles an hour, I buried myself in work.  Then work turned on me.  No mater how many hours I worked, I couldn't get ahead.  The universe was working against me.  It was cold, and not just because I couldn't afford to heat my apartment and visit my boyfriend.  I read books, rented movies, and spent lots of time alone.  One week I watched 3 movies, read 2 books, and met 1 person who all contributed to the eternal altering of my outlook on existence. 

Long story short, I wanted to live for fun.   So (LONG STORY OMITTED) I decided to stay at Disney World and enjoy an easy job.

I tried this whole "work for fun, no responsibility thing"   Yeah, I don't like it.

First;
I am a thinker.  I really must be doing like 12 things at once in order to function.  Full time job, managing and school?  absolutely, add debate and radio?  Bring it.  Planning a wedding?  Go ahead, toss that in too!  Doing nothing?  GAH!!!!! I am going freaking insane.  It has made me neurotic, a shell of myself.

Second;
I would like to believe that I am low maintenance.  I don't need a lot.  I am just a common woman.  This, i have discovered, is a lie.  I thought "I am not materialistic, I don't need things to make me happy."  HA!  I have finally come to grips with me.  Yes, I can change my own oil and do my own brakes, but I don't want to.  I don't need to have my nails done, but god, do I feel a hell of a lot better afterwords.  I like to shop.  I like cosmetics, I like to shop for them, buy them, and wear them.  I like to own books.  I am just not a library girl.  I like technology.  I like to go to concerts.  I like to buy music.  I derive joy from vacations and seeing beautiful things.  I like food.  GOOD food.  Taco Bell has a special place in my heart, as does chick-fil-a, but nothing beats a good sandwich on artisan bread.  Yes, I like freaking artisan bread.  I like fancy coffee, I like lattes and over priced hot coco.  I like CLOTHES and SHOES!  Nice clothes, and lots of them.  I am at peace with this.  I am no longer self rightous.  I live in a first world country, and I am happy.  It is now my duty to live as such.