I was feeling something like this today. A guy that I’m chatting with in Tinder, sent me a video of Charles Bukowski talking about the way he looked at life. He said, among other things, that he prefered to be dead than having to work from 8 to 6. That he prefered to starve, than doing something that he didn’t want to do, or not having time for writing.
I feel the same way, and I said so to the guy that sent me the video. I guess I lost him forever (if you think like an NT, who wouldn’t?) , but I felt like a big load had been downloaded when I said that.
It’s not that I don’t have goals, I want to edit and publish my second memoir book (even if I know that I won’t make any money out of it) and recently I realized that becoming a Freelance Copywriter would be a good fit for me. I don’t have the same “ambition” as everybody else, but I do have ambition.
I want a simple life, with lots of traveling (a job involving travel would actually motivate me, but I have two kids, and I don’t have anyone else to lean on regarding their care, so it's not an option for now). Do I ambition traveling so much that I would work super hard in order to earn money for it? No, I would travel to places close by, or in a cheap way (as I already do, since I live in Mexico).
Do I have a thirst for status and lots of money? No, I couldn’t care less. I care to have enough income for my two kids and I in order to live without luxuries, that’s all.
I literally DREAD having to work a normal job, I’ve always dreaded it, ever since I was a child. The formal office outfit? With heels and tight constraining jackets, and make up, nails and hair done every freaking day?! And phones ringing everywhere, having to answer phone calls, people around me everywhere, all day?! Non stop?
It sounds like hell to me, sorry.
It’s interesting how it is ok for a famous writer like Bukowski to say what he said, but it’s not OK if I say it.
The same guy I was chatting with, told me that he was looking for someone to fill a certain position, and that it could be a good fit for me. I am grateful for it and I said “thanks”. But the mere thought of having to focus my whole attention, eight hours a day or more, in something that I don’t give a freaking damn, seems like torture.
Today he posted in his FB wall a meme, and, with it, a forwarded comment that said “the person who doesn’t work, doesn’t do it because he/ she doesn’t want to”. Ok, dude, you got me, maybe I don’t want to work for money in a normal job. But I love working as a mom and as a writer (and, I hope, also as a copywriter in the future).
Does it make me irresponsible? I don’t think so. Right now, with the alimony that my ex gives me, we can survive.
You know who can’t survive if their mother starts working a regular job and she falls into a deep depression because of it, which makes her start a path of self destruction? My kids. That’s why my number one concern is my mental wellbeing. I’m aware that it’s not everybody’s case. I am able to choose because I have an income due to the alimony.
I understand the feeling of choosing to be dead than doing something that you don’t want to do, just as Bukowski did in his video. It’s not actually a matter of choosing to work or not to work, it’s choosing to slowly die while earning money, or live while starving. I feel I am truly alive when I write, hence, not having time to write feels like not being truly alive.
I don’t know what will happen if I can’t earn enough money to survive while being a copywriter, and/or if I stop receiving alimony. I guess that, if I have to support my kids, I will stuff myself with a bunch of antidepressant and will head to work. But if they are grown-ups, I truly don’t know what I would do. Will I end up stuffing shopping bags in Walmart? I don’t know and I truly don’t care.