Fixing your personal economy

Do you share with me that these days we feel more aware, more alert and hyper sensitive when confronted with all aspects of life? I see the “for rent” signs, the many empty window fronts, the additional young veterans begging on the roadsides and the increasing homeless sleeping in niches and corners. Aggressions are rising, moods flare more often, traffic is reckless and I compare the news with the reality of the many broken streets, rotten bridges and neglected constructions. It’s true, there is a change in our life style and I am a part of it. My bills are pretty much the same.

My apartment building has four vacated spaces, but the rent is not going down; my landlord is hoping she can find people that will pay her inflated idea of a fair rent and is taking a risk of loosing a few months rent. Money poorly invested… People, after years living in this place are moving out and new characters change the neighborhood form what made it attractive to me, in the first place. We have now daily street-people searching through the trash for recyclable garbage, pissing behind my car, sleeping in the laundry room and stealing anything that is not chained to a metal post. I could be angered by all of it, but I am concerned. I feel pity for the landlord equally as I do for the baggers. What binds them in common is the resilience of accepting a simple reality; we need each other and we need to help each other. This ego trip of wanting to survive with or without wealth as an individual in dire times is repulsive and frankly stupid. We live apart.

Around the corner at my favorite breakfast place, I overheard a conversation this morning, which inspired me to finally write this next blog. Visitors on my adjacent table talked about selling their sperm on e-bay. Both with a heavy foreign accent, seemingly from different corners of the world, communicated in English. Let me be cynical and laugh with me: They might not be legalized (yet) but outsourcing their very sperm cashing in on US dollars while sub sequentially populating the US via e-bay and tax-free with foreign citizens… That’s three crimes in one squirt! There is lots of money we could make by guaranteeing that we only donate legalized sperm. The church should get active here; seemingly, they believe life starts much earlier than scientists do who finally can use embryonic cell stems. Even with my extended respect for life I embrace science before religion! If the church, with the help of Rush Limbaugh, could convince Congress to moderate male ejaculation and tax us for each relieve, it would prevent such tax-free income generating ideas! Well, I don’t want the government to start charging, taxing or moderating my curricular “moments of pleasure”, and I could further ponder about how such ejacullary policing could be implemented…

As long as we, Americans as citizen, quarrel, debacle and debate about what is wrong and who gotten us into this mess we will be stagnant in this economic wash-down while others around us take advantage with creative ideas and grab the best seats on the recovery train. Beggaring is social entertainment, gossip is as convenient and as lazy as simply believing, fatal. Thinking is the resolution, pondering the most bizarre of ideas is creative and productive. I enjoyed their discussion; heck I’d be rich if every time I could have sold my…. Okay, okay – I stop!

My point is; dire times bring odd ideas onto the table. But it’s all good. History shows that creativity is heightened during periods just like the one affecting many souls in this world. What makes this crisis more foregone is the lack of unity. I happened to hug a second longer these days. One second more per hug; come-one! I hold a hand and lay my other one atop when looking into sad eyes and find a word of comfort. A few words! “You’re a good guy. Girl, you are strong. I’m proud you are my friend.”
Recognize a good side in others. It will reflect and make us strong and resilient. It unifies!

I smile and express joy: “What a pretty flower, what a nice gesture, how wonderful of a day”. I praise the fact I am. We need each other. Not until we come to accept this simple fact, will change bring us the security back we are accustomed to. It’s not about individual enrichment, being better or being recognized as superior. Harmony comes to whom can quickly recognize that we need to live in unity (with all the quirks that agitate us). Share. We all have something to share. Be nice. Simply that.

I went downstairs this morning and brought that dirty stranger my plastic bottles and asked him not to piss behind my car. He apologized and grinned. I would have hugged him, but he was a tad bit to grimy for me, although he had a very friendly smile.

chef Raphael