“Hang on John I’ve got to get on with this, I don’t know what it is, But it fits on here like” Roger Waters
The world that we live in does not make any sense. I can cite many things that just recently happened to me.
Sitting on my desk right in front of me is a check from the bank for one cent. In the process of consolidating my bank accounts, I closed the account for that bank. The man at the bank carefully questioned me asking if I had made a charge with the card, which I had not. However, I had accrued interest of one cent during the time. Thus the account remained open with a balance of one cent. I got the check and then a notice from the bank saying they closed my account.
I also recently wrote a letter to a prisoner in the state of Pennsylvania. The letter came back to me unopened with a stamp on it referring to a website. After examining the website referenced I was still confused about the matter so I addressed a group on the proper way to write the address. They informed me that the state of Pennsylvania hired a private company to handle the mail of their inmates. So in order to get the letter to Pennsylvania, I had to first send it to Florida.
There was another time that I got a letter from an insurance company stating that I owed them money. I can’t recall the exact amount but it was about seventeen cents. I was certain that the amount I was billed was less than the cost of the stamp, let alone the labor involved in sending it to me. I quickly paid the bill because if the company was insane enough to send me such a bill they I felt that they were insane enough to cancel my insurance over the pittance owed.
I presently have the phone on speaker as I type this calling my dental insurance. At the beginning of January, I was wondering why I hadn’t received my card so I called the insurance company. They claimed that I canceled my insurance the same day I ordered it, all without asking for a refund. This is now my fourth phone call trying to rectify that matter. It seems like they refunded the money. I’m getting the feeling that I am getting the shaft.
I could talk about the fact that we have boarded up unused houses while we have a large population of homeless. I can just talk about all the aspects of war as well. I can talk about destroying the environment all for ‘profits’.
Part of dealing with a mental illness is understanding how you fit inside of this world. Even if one wants to pursue a traditional career a mental illness is a drastic hindrance. But allow me to propose that the traditional route, of the American dream, is quite insane. The idea is that one goes to college, gets a good job, dedicates massive amounts of time and effort and then is financially rewarded. There is, of course, the alternative route of starting one’s own business and having others make your fortune for you. The problem with these things is that it will rob your precious time so that you neglect both yourself and your family.
My wife worked as a nanny. The woman went quickly back to work. One time the woman and my wife were in the yard and the woman’s daughter came out the front door. With great excitement with arms wide open, she ran straight to my wife. The woman started weeping. But she made her choice in life choosing career over family.
I would estimate that about eighty percent of people working aren’t happy with their jobs. But the problem really isn’t in the jobs themselves but how people perceive their own position in life. In anything, there is both good and bad. The trick to success is seeing the good and investing in it. Whatever job one has it will involve interaction with people to some extent on some level. In the relationship lies the key to being happy or not. If one can learn the skills to develop a true friendship or at least an amicable relationship that is the key to success.
People with mental illness view the world in a vastly different way then people who do not have it. Mental illness comes with a paradigm shift, we tend to view humanity. We become acutely aware of not only our own feelings but the feelings of others. We develop both empathy and sympathy. Not so with the world, they will crush you and exploit you all for the dollar.
This planet Earth holds so much potential. Paradise is within our sight but it is ever elusive.
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The Mistress Money
By John Kaniecki
She’s a sultry siren singing her song
A temptress with a taunting desire
Men blindly serve her doing all wrong
Cold as ice hot as hell fire
Money, that’s her name
Evil is her favorite game
She seems to be a mighty power
Her servants kill, destroy and devour
But she is simply a piece of paper
Free your mind you shall escape her
Money, that’s her name
Greed it is to blame
Don’t fall in love with Mistress Money
Don’t make her your sweet honey
She’ll give you a thrill
All the while setting you up for the kill
She laughs when nothings funny
That’s Mistress Money