“Secrecy is a vacuum and nothing fills a vacuum like paranoid speculation.” from World War Z by Max Brooks.
Recall my enemies. Heat – Dust – Dirt – Frayed Nerves.
Seems a few of my buddies are concerned. They think I may be on the verge of some drastic measure to free me from this funk. Like a nervous breakdown or, worst case scenario, suicide.
Now I had no idea I was giving off those kinds of vibes. In fact, I’m thinking this funk is a very normal reaction to this environment.
So this one buddy thinks we should get out of Gate Guarding all together. Just quit. Go live where old people on public assistance go for their final days.
But I have obligations. I owe on this RV for one thing. We can’t afford this RV on SS.
Listen moron he says to me, you are 70 years old, have health issues, and you are living on borrowed time.
Get out of Gate Guarding. Declare Bankruptcy. Park the RV in a Walmart parking lot and let them have it. Take your SS and rock away whatever time you have left.
Now, I have to admit, as our brains bake and our lungs choke on dust and fumes, part of me likes that idea. However, something in my soul tells me it would be wrong and I’m just not ready to take that step.
Your thoughts! What would you do?
“The real trouble with reality is that there’s no background music.”