Cheeling

Today I would like to take a few minutes (something all of us should do once in a while) and speak to you all (Ben, Ebes, and Shannigan) about tranquility. Now, I am not talking about some chilling in front of the television with a PBR and your favorite mullet wig, I am talking about real tranquility. I am talking like Ghandi-ass, Buddhism kind of calm. The kind of calm mentioned in my last post as I was sitting in 95 degree water on a blow-up mattress in the middle of a crystal clear pool with blue skies above me and the only responsibility for the weekend was to be as irresponsible as possible. Now that is chilling.

I think more people need to do this. Too many folk happen upon a lucrative job and get the money buzz and have no choice but to keep going up and up and working more and more until they have no time at all to do things and can’t enjoy the shit they buy that’s actually the shit keeping them working. This is not chilling. This is amassing crap you don’t need. Some of the happiest times I’ve had were when I was living like a gypsy in Europe with only the clothes on my back, the stuff in my bag, and the memories in my head.

This is what I think about as five o’clock creeps toward me and I think of what a waste of talent and time life can be when you’re not doing what you want. The happiest people do whatever they want whenever they want. Look at The Fonz. Did he ever take any guff from anyone? Hell no. Did whatever he damn well pleased, and he seemed to be a really happy guy. I was reading a story about Jack Johnson the other day and he said how he had started playing with his band in HI and was discovered by some big fuck-off record label like Columbia and they were making him offers. Jack was classy enough not to mention how much money they initially offered, but he said he told his buddies that they should just say no. He said he was perfectly happy with how much money he was making at the time, and he didn’t necessarily need more fame in his life either.

They doubled the offer.

This story segues nicely into our next topic of conversation: How I am going to throw my computer off the atrium. Okay, small joke, I will not be throwing it because it could potentially damage the foliage at the bottom, and that just wouldn’t be fair.

But more seriously, the best career advice (or relationship advice) I have ever gotten is these simple words: don’t be afraid to walk away. I’m serious right now, like Jack Johnson was willing to walk away, when I’ve had relationships start to go south, or girls losing interest, it’s like a freaking hot girl defibrillator to walk away. People who crave attention just can’t handle it, and to balanced people, you are instantly more desirable.

Without time to dispense more wisdom, I will leave you with those words for the day and promise a more comical post next time. Remember to chill this weekend.