Garbageman
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Hello my name is Greg, I am 32, and from Ohio. I struggle with writing, it causes me to have a great deal of stress. I can never seem to be able to convey what is in my head onto paper/screen the way I want it. Strangely enough I can talk with no problem, well my brain thinks so anyway, in reality when I speak it is a continuous fluid process, I don’t say something then go back and hear it again before letting the other party hear it. Unfortunately I am not good at approaching people with conversation in person, and short of calling random telephone numbers, my option is to write. Wow thats a long intro to my introduction!
I think I will tell a story about me at age 5 it should speak volumes about myself.
When I was 5 I began asking my parents about garbage men. Now I didn’t just come right out and ask, I was very precise and careful about it, so as not to draw attention to my line of questioning. I achieved this by only asking the questions when we were driving in the car somewhere to ensure my parents’ focus would be on driving and not on my questions. Also I would space the questions out, no more than 1 line of questioning at a time, over a period of a few months.
I asked questions like: Do garbage men make good money? Is it enough money to support a family? Is it enough to have a home?
Once I was satisfied that a garbage man would make enough to live on I started asking: Is it difficult to become a garbage man? Is there a lot of competition? Is there a waiting list?
Now that I was satisfied that becoming a garbage man should not be too much of a challenge, I kept my mouth shut, and never brought it up again, I did not want anyone else to discover what I had about this dream job. I knew it was a long time before I would be looking for the job and if people figured out about this job there would be too many people trying to do that job and I may not get it.
Then about 6 months to a year later we were driving through a different neighborhood and I saw people had their trash cans out. I thought today is not trash day. I asked my parents why people had their cans out? They explained that different areas had different trash days and that was when my whole world turned upside down because I learned that garbage men worked more than one day a week. I cried a lot.
My thinking was that because garbage men had to deal with peoples trash that they only had to work one day a week because that was all we ever saw them.
Now I didn’t want to be a garbage man to be lazy, I simply saw this as a way I could be able to support my family, have a home, and be able to be there for my children. And with my extra time I could work and volunteer in the community with my kids and wife. I would not have to always be gone like my Dad, or like other peoples parents I knew. Some kids even had baby sitters, I know because my mom baby sat other kids, while their parents were at work. I couldn’t understand and still can’t how we have built a society where parents can’t even raise their kids, they get more influence from school and baby sitters than from home. And I thought I had found a loophole in the system at age 5, and I have spent my life since then looking for another way. I came close with a mentoring program I started and ran but failed at getting and keeping enough funding and only managed to bury myself in debt, which I dug myself out of more than once.
Now I am single and have been for a long time, and have managed to gradually become more and more of a hermit. My parents are my best friends and we are very close, but that is the extent of my social circle and as my parents age I realize when they are gone who will I have. I am overall really happy with where I am at now, I am almost living a dream come true, except I am lacking people. I have a background in primitive living skills, and I use to teach a lot, now I live on 60 acres helping my Dad while enjoying natures wonders and avoiding people. I do try to help people whenever I can, and I hope to be of help on this forum. Congratulations if you made it through all that. I was born an old soul, and have lived much of my life as an old man. Take care and thanks Greg
I think I will tell a story about me at age 5 it should speak volumes about myself.
When I was 5 I began asking my parents about garbage men. Now I didn’t just come right out and ask, I was very precise and careful about it, so as not to draw attention to my line of questioning. I achieved this by only asking the questions when we were driving in the car somewhere to ensure my parents’ focus would be on driving and not on my questions. Also I would space the questions out, no more than 1 line of questioning at a time, over a period of a few months.
I asked questions like: Do garbage men make good money? Is it enough money to support a family? Is it enough to have a home?
Once I was satisfied that a garbage man would make enough to live on I started asking: Is it difficult to become a garbage man? Is there a lot of competition? Is there a waiting list?
Now that I was satisfied that becoming a garbage man should not be too much of a challenge, I kept my mouth shut, and never brought it up again, I did not want anyone else to discover what I had about this dream job. I knew it was a long time before I would be looking for the job and if people figured out about this job there would be too many people trying to do that job and I may not get it.
Then about 6 months to a year later we were driving through a different neighborhood and I saw people had their trash cans out. I thought today is not trash day. I asked my parents why people had their cans out? They explained that different areas had different trash days and that was when my whole world turned upside down because I learned that garbage men worked more than one day a week. I cried a lot.
My thinking was that because garbage men had to deal with peoples trash that they only had to work one day a week because that was all we ever saw them.
Now I didn’t want to be a garbage man to be lazy, I simply saw this as a way I could be able to support my family, have a home, and be able to be there for my children. And with my extra time I could work and volunteer in the community with my kids and wife. I would not have to always be gone like my Dad, or like other peoples parents I knew. Some kids even had baby sitters, I know because my mom baby sat other kids, while their parents were at work. I couldn’t understand and still can’t how we have built a society where parents can’t even raise their kids, they get more influence from school and baby sitters than from home. And I thought I had found a loophole in the system at age 5, and I have spent my life since then looking for another way. I came close with a mentoring program I started and ran but failed at getting and keeping enough funding and only managed to bury myself in debt, which I dug myself out of more than once.
Now I am single and have been for a long time, and have managed to gradually become more and more of a hermit. My parents are my best friends and we are very close, but that is the extent of my social circle and as my parents age I realize when they are gone who will I have. I am overall really happy with where I am at now, I am almost living a dream come true, except I am lacking people. I have a background in primitive living skills, and I use to teach a lot, now I live on 60 acres helping my Dad while enjoying natures wonders and avoiding people. I do try to help people whenever I can, and I hope to be of help on this forum. Congratulations if you made it through all that. I was born an old soul, and have lived much of my life as an old man. Take care and thanks Greg
